Its time to leave India-Incredible India
The bags had been set, documents were in the pocket, and emotions were suppressed, they will be needed in the final destination. With a heavy heart and a weary soul, I stepped out of my solitary house, ready to take on the world. With the realizations of the greater goal and the upcoming battle with oneself, I was ready to unleash the WARRIOR WITHIN.
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The journey did not take place in the physical world, oh no it didn't! It took place in my mind, playing chaos theory with my neurons. The memories, the fears were all coming back to me. But I had to hold on. I was being counted upon; I was responsible for the outlook that the exchange students were going to adopt for this country. India would not be the slum dog in this trip. I would not let that happen……The honking of the horns signaled our arrival at the airport. It was time for MOM to let go…to let go of her only son, the precious boy who survived despite being foretold that he won't make it. The passenger line continued to march ahead without a reason not to hit the others with the trolleys, all ready to go and try their luck, but it was me who was not ready to leave…yet. One THING was amiss, the hug that my mom deserved, and a hug that will be the only touch lasting my impression on her for the next year. But as they say, the world moves on, I was pushed inside to check-in. Standing there, a ticket in hand, the only thing that kept me going ahead was the time I will be able to meet her again, the next year. Although I had cajoled the moment of missing to say goodbye to mom, she wasn't about to accept that. I was able to bid her goodbye, only after the security fell for the excess luggage trick! Our parting did bring a relief into my heart. But it wasn't nothing compared to the isolation, alienation I was about to face in Finland.
The flight took me to my new home via Frankfurt, an airport with such less amount of security; that it was way enough to jeopardize it and expose it .The distance covered to reach my connecting flight was enough to make me lose a 100 kcal. Is this what the world calls it now days; connecting flights!? Stepping on to the concrete covered runaway to reach my final flight to Helsinki, my face was kissed by the gentle air and refreshing smell that it carried with it. I began pondering whether I should make friends right from the start, during the orientation, or to do it after joining a school. My question was answered in the form of two exchange students from Canada. They were Karly and Alysha, both of them behaving like sisters in a park. After a brief introduction with them, I was made aware of another student who was with us. A Mexican, he was Enrique, a sweet guy to be friends with in the first impression. Our flight was as pleasant as it could be, with the addition of a rapport between us three. Finally…I had landed to a place where I was going to change myself for the better. I had set my foot on Finland.
