After a long flight and a
walk at the airport with swollen feet, all I could wish for was to be in my bed
with a snap of my fingers. I didn’t actually know what was more painful; the
tiredness, the swollen feet, the back or the heart that made me feel that every
step I took was on sharp nails. In that instant I realized how desperately I
needed a hug. A sense of jealousy crept into my bones when I saw others waiting
to welcome their loved ones with flowers and hugs. It was my first flight after
a long time spent on ground, and it felt like a punishment.
While feeling empty and sad
with my head lowered, trying to keep the decorum of my uniform at the same time,
I heard my name. I thought for a second that I was hallucinating or perhaps I had
left something behind in my confusion. I looked around me and it was nobody
except a few of my colleagues.
