Abandoned

It's 2:45pm already. All the passengers have boarded while Dave and I are still left tapping our feet near the podium where the deligent Southwest Airline hostess is frantically sorting through myriad iteneraries. I'll have time to be sympathetic towards her later, I told myself. Now is the time to ensure that we are visible, that we get on that plane.

She looks up. Another soul will get benediction, I tell myself. No smile, just an attempt to pronounce yet another polysyllibic name...Yaas..E..sas. "Shroff!", I loudly exclaim. "Yes. Is that you?" "YES!", I'm unable to hide my excitement. We're in! No time to rejoice yet as we scramble to make our way to the gate situated far away for our comfort. It would have been silly to forget both my bags now. The one strapped to my shoulder assures me that this is all I have and the pair of us within seconds are comfortably placed in the metal tube and on our way back home.

Many calls to baggage claim, podium, lost and found have been placed. The aggreived luggage is stubbonly refusing to be found, wanting to teach her owner a lesson in temperament.