Gal Friday

Friday night I couldnt sleep .Stayed up watching planes take off and land until it was time for me to leave for Bombay.

Thinking of airports and how they were happy and sad at the same time ...like hospitals.
People saying goodbyes ..and yet others crossing the Bridge across forever . Hugs , Handshakes and Eye Contacts that would give some hope , strength and reason to move on and yet some other farewells which would last for a lifetime. Its funny I thought , the arrival and departure areas in airports were different ...like a seperation between two equally strong emotions , happy expectatnt versus wistful and sad . Life ..au contraire ...is proving to comprise of far less extremities and more bitter sweetness . I guess like Gibran said ..the same well from which our laughter arises is sometimes filled with our tears.

Questions about the future , anxiety about going back and impossible relationships were high on the agenda . There was a lot of buildup from the entire week and Friday the music inside got louder and the notes sharper until there was silence ..yet again .

My helplessness with my own emotions and struggle to regain some focus ..It reminded me of something I read a long time ago ..that it had been Fate all along ..that Faith was just an illusion that somehow we were in control.and that at the most I could be hopeful and not deny any possibility good or bad ..and if I could all I was telling God or whoever the force inside was that if there was a choice then here is where the odds should be placed.
Inshah Allah .