Blazing sun, and hot flashes of air on my face. This is the first thought that comes to my mind when, I recall my stay in Dubai. Working there for a year was hot water from the tap. No food when you come back home. The single leave on Friday.

I remember the day I boarded my flight to come back home. It was the longest day of my life. The road from Karama to Sharjah airport seemed never ending, there was apsolutely nothing, that I felt attached to. I didnt feel sad about leaving at all. There was not a thing I felt I will miss once I reach home. There were no memory, no happy and nothing I was going to Cherish or remember.

All I was looking forward to was, to see was some trees that have roots in soil and not in sand. I wanted to see flowers that had dew drops on them, and not artificially planted decorative bunch on the turn around. I wanted to hear people screaming in traffic, I wanted bikes cross the red light. Didnt want to wait in traffic for another hour, looking at the bus borometer stuck on 20 k.m/ hr. I didn't want the mall around me any more, didn't wish to see another Shaik, cross with his 6 wife's. I was ready to give away the great salary, the great expensive food, the machines the air condition cab, the Kabus and the cold drink dispensing machine. I was ready to leave the clean streets the tall buildings the scenic gold soaks. I was ready to give it all up.

I was tapping my feet to reach home, to reach India. I wanted to see faces with expressions on them, any expression anger, happiness, smile. I wanted to see life on faces.

The second, I boarded the flight, only thing on my mind was when will this thing land. I kept staring out of the window praying for nothing to happen till I reach my motherland. I didn't want the flight to crash, I didn't want to get a heart attack. I didn't want to be hijacked.I had come out of the most depressing time of my life and I felt like something bad will happen before the flight lands.

It was a 3 hours flight that took 4 and a half hours to land, because there was no place avilable. The 3 hours went fine, but the one hour that was spent looking at places around India was very tough, I wanted to jump out, touch the soil on the mountain i could see, to touch something that was India. I wanted to touch the wood the land, the soil, the water something that i knew and was familiar to me . I keep tapping my feet, and eating chocolates, I kept talking to myself. Everyone around me thought I was mad.

The second the flight landed, I collected my baggage and carried 4 huge backs and walked in heels with great ease. My excitment to meet my family was greater than anything in front of me right then.

However once I came out,  I found the trolly handler asking for a tip, I was confused because had no Indian cash on me. However I ended up paying him 5 Dhirams for giving me a trolly which, I used only for 4 mins or so.  Obviously my cell phone wasnt working, as Dubai only has Etisalat and that does not work in India. I saw a red coin box, when I tried to exchange cash, I had to wait behind a operator, who didnt seem to bother listening to me. I went to the coin box and saw a huge line, once I reached the coin box, and finished talking to my Mom, who was stuck in traffic and the cab driver had taken the wrong route, so was going to be late. Every taxi driver understood my parents are late, and wanted to know where they can drop me. I said nothing and walked to a place that looked like a resturant and turned out to be a bar, that charged 60 Rs for Tea. I purchased a bottle of water and sat by the passage waiting for my family to arrive. 15 mins later, I was ready to give a lecture to the entier public, on how they are the once making India look like a dumping ground, and how the same Indian who are throwing bottle on the street now, will wait to see a dust bin once they reach Dubai.

My family arrived, an hour late. My brother said Indian Standard Time. By then I had lost all my excitment, however my mothers tears brought some in my eyes too.


India cant live with it, cant live without it.

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