A Lone Travel to my Liberated Soul
Sitting in the waiting lounge at around 4.30am on a chilly January morning I was indecisive whether to put that extra jacket that my aunt had me wrap around myself with me or tuck it back inside my hand luggage. The flight was scheduled to take off to Delhi around 6 am and I was anxiously waiting for the announcements, even if I was majorly sleep deprived. I was badly craving for a cup of coffee but was also thankful that the kiosks were still to be opened, because, face it, when you have to get up at 3 in the morning and run for the airport, your body cycle refuses to make that shit and you lose the battle by just passing air and making a little bit of pee that is left in your system; and I don't know about others, but by gulping down coffee that would have otherwise woken me up I would have invited the unnecessary worry of running to the washroom leaving my things lying unattended in the lobby. And I wasn't ready for that. I generally like sitting at the airpor