“This is the last boarding call for the passengers of Indigo
flight 6177 to Bangalore.” The announcement kept playing in the background as I
was sitting staring at the boarding pass in my hand.
“This is it then?’ I asked myself. “So another phase of life
comes to an end?”
I still don’t know why but I was unable to get up and leave. It
was not like I have not moved or shifted before. I have moved countries, but this was
different. I don’t know why I just did not want to leave Mumbai.
My train of thoughts were interrupted by a tap on shoulder.
It was an Indigo staff looking at me, I could see she was asking me, but I
could only see, It was like everything else around was on mute. As if my mind was telling me to consider the next step one last
time.
I pulled myself out from my thoughts “Sir, are you
traveling on Indigo flight 6177 to Bangalore”
I nodded in agreement that I was
travelling on same flight.
I boarded the flight and settled in my seat. It was raining
since morning that day. I felt like city was also sad as I was moving out.
I looked out from the window, water droplets were sliding down the window. A tear managed to break through the walls, my eyes were moist now.
I whispered bye to the city that gave me a lot and closed my eyes for a new beginning.
