Creative Nonfiction Contest Finalist
Airport: A Place Where Time Flies
What does my love for the airports tell me about myself?
Have you ever felt satisfied and restless at the same time?
Say right after you cracked a tough interview. You might be satisfied because you got the job, but you will also be restless to celebrate.
Similarly, a melange of emotions stirs within me every time I am at the airport. I feel satisfied because I am traveling to a new place, leaving behind all the worries. Restless, because one, the thought of missing the flight keeps me on my toes. Second, I love to scan the whole place, relish the imposing architecture, buy a new book, watch the planes take off, devour an expensive cup of coffee, and talk to strangers. It’s the perfect artist’s date for me. I feel free, nimble, and full of life. Like a lamb let loose on a grassy knoll.
Airports are like a second home for me. I travel to some place every three months. It might be an official trip or a casual vacation. But whatever be the destination or the nature of my errand, I am always excited at the prospect of sitting amid the hubbub of the airport, waiting for my flight; Singing with a group of hippies playing guitar, watching business executives in their expensive suits working on…
