Transition

...I just wanted to let you know that I made it home. The journey wasn't an easy one, but it didn't take too long...for I had followed a promise... Everything is so pretty here, so white, so fresh and new. I wish that you could close your eyes and that you could see it too. He is taking care of me... I'm in the shelter of His hands Here there is no sadness, no sorrow, and no pain. Here there is no crying and I'll never hurt again.... But... I need to spread my wings again.... ..leave the warmth of his hands... ..leave the beauty here... To yet another faraway land.... To yet another promise....

This is a sudden post brought on by some small incidents that keep affecting me & I believe some others too... At the Indira Gandhi airport a week back (the day I returned from Trichy), I was standing in line for the Prepaid Taxi. There was a long queue. When my turn came the guy at the counter suddenly got a call on his mobile. While I was waiting for him to finish it,a lady suddenly came at my side. She tried to push me aside & talk to the counter guy. I was irritated & asked her politely to stand in line. She did not respond but stopped pushing me. Nevertheless she stood where she was & did not move from there. Finally when I got hold of my receipt & came out of the queue,the lady stepped in.No amount of indignation from the other people behind her perturbed her & she had her way. Today I had attended the engagement of one of my friends.There was a buffet arranged for us. While I was helping myself to the delicacies one by one on my plate, a lady who was next