In the Air

Flying above the blue clouds I was like in the heaven which leads to my sweet home. Writing this blog sitting at 10,400 m above the sea level with outside air temperature -40 Celsius and covering the distance of 800 kms has its own taste. The taste which I never had before nor I’ll find anywhere. I am on flight from Mumbai, India to Karachi, Pakistan; in short I am on my way back to home after whole 20 days away from parents, siblings, friends and somewhat from myself as well.

I’ll write separately for my India trip as I couldn’t find enough time to settle down and write. But overall, going to home feeling is something I am craving for most now. I just want go home and hug and kiss my mom. Loveeeeeeeee uuuuuuuuuuu mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…. I am comingggggggg. It was fist ever trip of my life without anyone for pampering me. But truly speaking I have learnt one thing during all these days and that is the true value and meaning of Family and country. And sitting somewhat more close to God than on land I want to thank him for whatever he has given to me.

20 days and at least 10 mails from sister containing the list of “don’ts”.

e.g. don’t talk to strangers. Don’t discuss politics with anyone. Don’t tell anyone I am Pakistani. And blah blah blah. I know it is because she cares about me a lot. And thank you again God for giving such an annoying sister.

In the air…. I have realized this, doesn’t matter how bad one’s home or country is; nothing can occupy its place that one true human being may have in his heart.

Now I can clearly see the bright sun light coming over my face. Its like sun is waving me. “Hello……..Sun jiiiiii.”

In the air I have realized the importance of identity that one country gives you. This alone reason is more than enough to spend your whole life for that country though not necessarily in that country.

I can’t hold my nerves anymore because now flight is about to touch my Karachi. Yahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I am about to be at home. Bub bye.