Last month I traveled half-way across the world to see my Dad. It was a solo week-long trip and had none of the highs associated with travel. I know that 22 hour-long flights are painful no matter how fun the destination or how great the company…but this trip stood out as one of the most trying ones yet. Mostly for personal reasons.
My Dad was not doing well. As I type this, he is slowly getting back on his feet. And I am back home struggling with all the numerous holiday activities that seem to take up all our time and energy in these last few weeks of the year. Come cold January and colder February, we are left with nothing to celebrate. The lights come down, the decorations disappear and back to work we go.
My flight took me from New York to Dubai and then to my hometown of Kolkata. It was on the Dubai-Kolkata leg of the journey that I took the above pics. It seemed to me like we were flying into the sunrise, it’s glow getting richer and deeper by the second.
As I was literally flying above the clouds, my mood could not be more sombre. But my trip was good. I spent time with my Dad and Mom. I saw my brother after five long years. Met his rescue pup, Brownie.
Since I can’t sleep on planes and also to keep my anxiety at bay, I watched a lot of movies, and only two stood out as note-worthy. One was Where’d You Go, Bernadette and the other was The Philosophy of Phil, both of them funny and dark in equal parts. Kind of like life itself. We have to give in to laughter and find little moments of joy even at times we don’t want to.
It’s the only way.