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In transit...

"What is your final destination?"

I was asked this question everytime I went to an airport or a railway station during this trip. I don't know why but everytime it brought a smile on my face. I felt like answering "I don't know".

Who amongst us knows where we are headed? Life is a long and unpredictable journey.

Here I am sitting in the transit lounge at Bahrain airport, the middle point of my journey. Do I want to go back to Frankfurt? Or do I want to go to Mumbai, my temporary home these days?

At every point in life when we are surrounded by possibilities, we have to choose the better path out of others. So, right now the 'better path' is calling me towards my home, my room, my bed... I am longing for you 311. Please hug me tight and put me to sleep when I come back in your arms.


Fellow Saggi said…
Saggi! I cant believe that u wrote a post while waiting for ur connecting flight! lol! Thats called working parallely!
Shilpy said…
I hope u had a good sleep and ample amount of rest too.. aapke darshan kab hone waale hai bhakton ko devi ji, do let us know.. waise missed call pe answer kar dena chiahye..
Shazia said…
@ Shilpy
Hum itne bade nahi hue abhi ki humare "darshan" ka intezaar karna pade. :)

@ fellow saggi
Till now i have hardly worked parallely. But i can easily do multiple time pass parallely

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