Here I am sitting at 40 thousand feet, cruising at 700 km/hr and rewinding things which happened in last few days.
Everyday started with lots and lots of uncertainty, lots of chaos, some learning from past some plans for the future. Every day after getting up, I took some time to look around and realise, where am I. Once I feel the place I was in, I used to move out of bed, reluctantly to start the day. And then it all starts, numerous calls, verifying check lists and saying..shit..I missed this. Then rushing for the breakfast and the day starts. Running around people to get things done, trying to reach out to people to align them for our planned activity for the day. For me it was a target, a passion but for them, it was a routine and I was someone who was interfering with their daily life.
Initially everyone resisted me and my presence in their lives, but slowly they started accepting me. It was a nice feeling to be part of their lives, eat what they are eating, drink what they are drinking, think what they are thinking and fell their feelings. it continued for 2-3 more days and then it was time to say good bye. My time with them was over, I have to move ahead for my next assignment. Although few days back, I was no one to them, but while leaving their place, I felt as if I am part of them and their life.
It feels bad to move out from their place but it also contained a hope that there are few more people waiting for me to barge into their lives and be a part of that. Life moves on, never stops for anyone and its the same thing which I have to do.
पर मुझे इन सब से क्या, मैं तो आज यहाँ हूँ, कल फिर मुझे चले जाना है
जो आज तलक मेरा अपना था, कल वो मेरे लिए बेगाना है
क्योंकि मैं तो एक मुसाफिर हूँ, मेरा कब अपना कोई ठिकाना है..!!