A Flight of Fancy
This is a special post coming directly from my Airindia flight. Experiencing that nostalgia in all ways. The feeling of returning home enriched by the companionship of saree hostesses and all the namaskars. Co-passengers bringing the warmth and spirit of India. The flowing medley of languages Hindi, Gujarathi, Marathi, Telugu, Tamil discussing anything from managing the luggage to helping out the elders brings the scent of genuine brotherhood.
As I hold back and wait to board
a gush of thoughts flows through my head.
Pleasure of repatriation,
suspense of hariolation,
euphory of reunion,
retrospect of duration,
and gloom of ambiguation,
like a flock of flamingos,
take the flight of fancy
While my pyramidals plead for an impulse of pleasure and peace...
As I hold back and wait to board
a gush of thoughts flows through my head.
Pleasure of repatriation,
suspense of hariolation,
euphory of reunion,
retrospect of duration,
and gloom of ambiguation,
like a flock of flamingos,
take the flight of fancy
While my pyramidals plead for an impulse of pleasure and peace...
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