After an hour-long drive, the taxi driver drops me off at the airport. It is 10 pm and my flight is only at 1.30 a.m. I resign myself to this long wait.
I am not an airport person at all. The cold gets to me. I am already wrapped up in my ‘goes-with-me-everywhere’ shawl. I finish all the formalities and settle down to wait.
I am a silent observer now. I watch and categorize the people in the airport.
The ‘talkers’, who are talking non-stop into their phones.
The ‘earphoners’, with earphones that look like extensions of their body, gently moving their head or tapping their feet.
Then there are the ‘oblivious’. Fully stretched out and deep in sleep..(what if they miss the announcement for their flights or don’t hear the alarm?)
The ‘duty free shoppers’, who do the rounds of all the shops till their flight is called.
The ‘hassled moms’ who are managing cranky kids or high-energy toddlers, who run around the airport.
The ‘corporates’ – men and women in formals, still working away on their laptops, signing major deals, and so busy at this unearthly hour.
Then the ‘models’ – women who look so well-groomed and fresh despite the lateness of the hour. How do they manage it?
Then there are the ‘readers’ – who scour the bookshops in the airport or who take out books from their hand bags & read till they land at their destination.
Then the ‘coffee & tea’ drinkers – at the coffee shops – busy sipping and enjoying themselves.
Then the ‘pacers’, who can’t seem to sit still. They pace up and down.
Don’t know which group I fall under – maybe a ‘reader’ sometimes & ‘coffee drinker’ sometimes, ‘duty free shopper’ too maybe, but never a ‘model’. Would love to be in the ‘oblivious’ group but am too paranoid about missing my flight. Imagine enduring another day in the airport!
For now, I am frozen and wishing I could be back home, stretched out in the comfort of my bed.
Sigh…52 minutes more.