Three hours at Frankfurt
Ajit As I prepared myself to settle in the waiting lounge seat at Frankfurt airport I looked around to check for familiar faces. Usually I am a private person but I like to hear upon conversations. My niece was travelling with me to visit India. Grown up in the US of A she wanted to experience “spirituality” in India. She was in her own world with her Ipod. The previous flight from New York had made me very tired. I looked around and among the many Indian faces I saw Ritu. Almost two decades of separation and I still found my heart going away. She was busy trying to give instructions to the teenager beside her. Was it her kid? I looked around to search for Gaurav. A few glances and I understood that she was travelling with her son. For a moment I thought that we had made eye contact but she seemed too busy instructing her kid. Even as I continued to spy her, my mind went back sixteen years. Ours was an almost arranged marriage....meaning we knew each oth...