When Was the Last Time You Hugged Your Dad? The Dreadful Question That Tormented Me at 35,000 Feet
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I was on my way to the Bangalore airport, in my friend’s car, as I was frantically searching for tickets to Delhi.
It was 7:30 PM, and I was desperate to get home. A storm of panic was raging inside me.
The 2300 hrs flight via Mumbai would land in Delhi at 1100 the next day. That’s no good.
The 2130 hrs flight through Chennai was too early; I wouldn’t make it in time.
The 0015 hrs option via Mumbai meant arriving in Delhi at 1030 the following morning — far too late.
Just as I was about to lose hope, a new flight popped up: 2230 hrs, arriving in Delhi at 0200.
My heart raced with a mix of relief and desperation. I quickly booked the ticket, praying I’d make it to the airport in time.
Breathless and anxious, I finally reached the baggage drop counter, only to see it had closed three minutes ago.
“I just lost my father. My family needs me. Please, you have to help,” I pleaded, my voice trembling.
