"Reshma hurry up. It's already late", shouted dad. Mom was busy checking the luggages that were loaded in the car. I went running to the car and got into my favourite front passenger seat. I always loved that seat as its more spacious and gives a wider view of the world around me. I am an IT girl and go to work with my dad, everyday. In the mornings, I love watching people moving like busy bees. I have observed all possible permutations and combinations of faces and emotions. I have seen the most beautiful ones and not so beautiful ones. I have seen the happy faces and secret tears. I have seen the stunning attire and rugged ones. I always felt like watching a 30 minute silent movie everyday. At nights, while returning, I simply lean back and watch the street light reflections, moving from down to up on the windscreen.
Today, I am sitting on that very seat, which I am going to miss for an year from now. I am on my way to airport and in another 3 hours, I will be on the flight to US. I am going for the implementation and support, for my project. Going to US, for a Software Engineer, is more or less similar to a pilgrimage to Mecca, Vatican or Varanasi.
"Is everything alright with check-in?", asked dad. I simply nodded. My mom is in the verge of tear break out. I avoided looking at her. If I console her, she would start her tantrums, to stop me from leaving. I am their only child and never stayed away from my mom. She always kept me in her vicinity and loved me more than anything or anybody.
It is an awesome sight to see the city from high above. Everything that looked massive is now shrunk like toys. I tried locating my house, but the whole city started shrinking and finally contracted into a single point and vanished. It's pitch dark and I am already missing my mom. All the little memories that I saved in my heart are flashing in front of my eyes. I know she will not sleep tonight. She will be praying for my safety, all night. I love you mom!
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