{"id":15350,"date":"2016-11-17T18:08:49","date_gmt":"2016-11-17T18:08:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogbox.indianeagle.com\/?p=15350"},"modified":"2016-11-18T12:05:49","modified_gmt":"2016-11-18T12:05:49","slug":"short-story-of-my-last-trip-to-india-from-georgia-usa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.indianeagle.com\/travelbeats\/short-story-of-my-last-trip-to-india-from-georgia-usa\/","title":{"rendered":"My Last Trip to India was a Trip of Loss, a Trip of Nostalgia, a Trip down the Memory Lane"},"content":{"rendered":"
I just returned from the Diwali celebration with my friends in a neighborhood in Johns Creek, Georgia<\/strong>. It was nearly midnight<\/strong>. I was a bit tired and badly needed to get asleep. When I entered home, I felt something was off. The air was calm, and my parents\u2019 room was unusually quiet. I couldn’t make out why.<\/p>\n
Though my eyes were heavy with sleep, the uneasy feeling did not let me go to bed. I quietly walked out of my room and sneaked into my parents\u2019 room.<\/strong> I found my mom with tears rolling down her cheeks to my surprise. My dad was sitting with a long face and a laptop was open in his lap. I approached him and looked at the laptop\u2019s screen. He was booking a flight to India. I couldn’t say anything.<\/p>\n
I still could not understand what was going on. Curiosity was pressing me hard but I was too scared to ask him anything. So I didn’t.<\/strong> I silently went back to my bed. A few hours later or so, dad stood up and said, \u201cGet dressed.\u00a0 We will leave for airport soon.\u201d Obediently, I put on a green Nike shirt and a pair of jeans (I honestly don\u2019t know how I still remember all of this) and went downstairs.<\/p>\n
My mom was ready with four bags. My dad was holding the keys and told me to get into the car. I was still wondering why we were going to India all of a sudden. As we were riding the car, I didn’t pay much attention to what was going on outside of the car. I was engrossed with the thoughts, \u201cWhat happened to make mom cry?\u201d \u201cWhy are we heading out to the airport in the wee hours?\u201d<\/strong> I couldn’t help messing up with these feelings of anxiety. I did not even realize myself drifting asleep in the car.<\/p>\n
Suddenly I heard someone calling my name, \u201cKavin! Kavin!\u201d I woke up with a start. I found dad calling me to get out of the car and walk into the airport. Everything seemed surreal to me.<\/strong> We finally went past the metal detectors and check-in kiosks. We sat in a waiting room in the boarding area. In a few minutes, we heard an announcement requesting all to board the plane. My parents felt relieved as if they were in a tremendous hurry. We entered a tunnel that led us to the plane.<\/p>\n