My sister had been pampering me since I was an infant. That’s what everyone who knew us as children told me. Having vague memories of childhood is a disadvantage, but you do remember some moments which has put deep impression in your heart. My sister, being so fond of me always wanted me to come to Delhi and since we are having an age difference of almost 9 years, I think we never really knew each other that well. I was in class 4 when she left for her higher studies to Delhi and she seldom travelled back to Sharjah. But when she did, she would get me presents and I would love them. Her presents are the best. They never go waste, at least for me. I clearly remember when my sister was in class 11, it was my birthday and that morning while getting ready for school, she handed me over something wrapped in red. I was elated while unwrapping and saw a doll which was very pretty and that too with a keychain for which I had an instant liking towards them! I still have the doll in front of my bed. Waking up to that does make me feel like I’m blessed to have an elder sibling like her.
When I first joined the school in which she went to, it had different branches for primary and elementary sections. She being so protective about me, she made sure I was safely in the right class by telling one of her juniors to take me and put me in a secure seat that I don’t end up crying for a change in environment. I somehow remember it clearly and it doesn’t feel like it happened years ago.
She has been very over protective about me and for this reason have turned out to be a big baby.
My sister had been asking me or rather begging my parents to let me come to Delhi and it took her years to convince them! I thought of it as an opportunity to get to know her a little bit more. This age difference really made us feel extremely distant. I was in my final year of elementary school and she was in college. We got connected once I started having my own Facebook account, though I didn’t really try to text as I thought it’s weird to text an adult, moreover I am shy around people in the beginning. As soon as I got my own WhatsApp handle, we started texting each other more frequently than before. I’m such a talkative brat that she was astonished at my hyperactive texting and telling of incidents and said, “Oh my god! I didn’t know you talk so much!”
My mom, knowing something fishy is definitely cooking between us sisters, had been rejecting her proposal for flying me to Delhi. At last, my mom got fed up and let me travel alone on a plane. We didn’t waste a time onto booking the tickets as we knew she would change her decision later.
Exactly a month left to go. Can’t stop counting down days to fly to Delhi.
As the days passed my excitement got uncontrollable and so does my sister’s demands of bringing her things. It altered my mood of going for holiday.
Finally, the day arrived, just a day more. All packing done. Booked a cab and left. On my way to the airport I had realised that I had forgotten to pack my sunglasses and umbrella. Too bad that I won’t be protected for the summer of Delhi.
As soon as we reached the airport, my tummy felt a bit funny. As I moved my foot closer to the entry gate of airport, it got worse. I stood there for a while thinking what’s wrong.
I bid goodbye to my parents till I meet them the next time and waited till I was let to pass through the gates. Finally, my turn came and my heart started beating fast. As I entered, a feeling of nervousness started gushing in. I don’t know what happened and then phone calls kept coming in from my parents. I hadn’t even reached the baggage security and 5 missed calls had already arrived on my phone. I called back thinking I left something back and then there was my mom asking me stupid questions. I got annoyed and switched my phone off. Got the luggage through security scan and went off to the check-in counter. I called my sister informing about the luggage.
As I went closer to the boarding area, I felt too nostalgic. The last time I had boarded the plane was when I came back to India forever which is 5 years ago!
My tummy was rumbling for food so I grabbed a submarine sandwich to pass the one hour which was left for boarding the plane. Anxiously sitting in the chilly waiting hall for the boarding announcement to arrive. I am not a person who can stand cold environment. I was thinking, that I should have carried a jacket. And there was a delay with the boarding. It was 20 minutes late and I was anticipating on reaching Delhi soon, as I had been excited for over a month. These people made us wait for so long. Finally, they announced for boarding and I rushed. But the nostalgic feeling didn’t seem to go.
As I boarded the plane, I found my seat. I had got the most annoying co-passengers who wouldn’t stop talking at all. I recall them while I was sitting in the waiting area right opposite to me. They just don’t stop talking. My dream of meeting my future boyfriend on plane is only going to be a dream. I had always imagined that I would be meeting him on the plane and talking for hours and falling in love but sadly my fate is only being single entirely.
Being it cold, the time was passing slowly and I could only pray for somebody to turn off the climate control. Can anybody be kind to me tonight?
Ah! At last they announced about landing. Getting out of the plane was my mission at that point of time.