Someone waiting.....

I often wonder while sitting at the airport and watching people in the final moments of goodbyes or before their loved ones arrive,what they must be going through.They are pacing,looking anxiously at their watches, some with smiles on their face and some with anxiety...looking ,touching one another.The emotions are intense..I try and conjecture what they might be going through in their lives,how much love the lover or husband who is waiting for his wife has,or does he really have? The mother who has tears in her eyes and a sense of fear that whether her son who is going abroad will ever come back..or the expressions on the faces of exuberant parents awaiting the return of their son or daughter who are coming back after years..I see the powerful embrace the parents give to their son that they feel will always protect him till eternity and keep him unharmed.A mother holds her baby while kissing her husband goodbye..tears streaming down her face...I too have felt the same whenever i have to leave my husband and go somewhere..I just hate the goodbyes.. There are tears, smiles,regrets, pure delight ringing in the laughter of seeing someone who has been long gone. I remember the time when just a year after my marriage my kid brother had died and I met my family at the airport ,tears streaming down my face .I was inconsolable. Because of my tears everyone was looking at us but i didn't care.Somehow the emotion i felt was not out of place at the airport and moreover i didn't care. LIFE...needs to be important all the time.I wish all the people who go out for journeys have someone waiting for them and someone to see them of when they are going.I think of my little brother and wonder that if dying is a passage in which someone is there with you in your last moments, ready to hold your hand and embrace you...then i am no longer afraid....