It was time for the trip to end. The feeling of tiredness was there. The pain a bit on the higher side, but it was good I was going back. I was thinking what I had taken to trigger the pain, for I had been careful not to take anything which could trigger the onslaught. But still it did set in. As I woke up, it was evident that as the day grew, the pain would also grow.
Reached the airport, as usual it was snowing, the long queues, somehow I passed them all. It was then I saw a person on the wheel chair. I was longingly looking at it. But my pride as usual did not let me down, and I was grudgingly trudging and limping along. The feeling of being different does not go away. It comes back with vengeance.
As I sat waiting for the boarding to start, I felt I had to face the longest flight of my life. I would not have the net to surf or to blog, and so many hours to think and decide what to do next. I have been on this sector before, but never had this feeling, everything is new, every day is different.
