And the day of return.

With the ocean of bags, we were all set to return. Jolly and Preethi had come to hotel, early in the morning, Courtesy them, who made easy the first handicap of communication by giving a mobile, returned it to them, but then was its true need.

Checking in of the bags, by 14 members, rearranging the bags, paying additional charges, was an uphill task, but then came the real challenge, after giving the ticket, at the security, they said, I would not be able to check in, as the name do not match in passport and the ticket. They look for the initials or the second name is given more prominence there. They said I would not be able to travel, and even did not allow Santhosh to get in, asking him to help me resolve, Who was worried to hear that I would not be able to travel…there was the box, thrown, but kept: Faithful, Always There, Trustworthy, Honoring, Ever-loving, Righteous, and Supportive.

But then there were others too, who could not check in, and we all could drive to JFK airport. Prajosh, Abhilash and Anil. But Prajosh was all the way, down, for having missed his camera, though I kept telling him that it would be there with Santhosh....Somehow Santhosh and Geena managed to get into the flight, there was the Susan who had kept the plain waiting for them.

The sorrow of not being able to visit New York was overcome, on seeing, the welcome sign board from the Empire State, and our cab drew over the Brookline Bridge. Could see the city on the one side, and another similar bridge on the other. And the others were waiting tensed at the airport worried about us, and canceling the plans of going to the city, when we had a good lunch on our way form the Mac Dowell’s. There were so many beautyful girls and boys there, in sleevless tops and shots, the day being sunny... Well it was also a time when the trouble of not having a mobile with us was realized. We tried calling them on their mobile and lost dollar but could not get them.

And then in the flight, it was twice and too much of oryee Kadal that keeps haunting me, Bachna Aee Haasinoo and Catch me if you can…

With special memories, special gifts, and special moments, which passed away like a dream, returned, had lost a day in transit...From airport to home, it was like anyother return on weekends from office....with all of them waiting at home, and then to office....