Part 1 is here
We all thought there wouldn't be a part-2. But ..there is. No sooner did we reach Frankfurt that we saw our connecting flight to Muscat was canceled. Our first reaction was - wait, that can't be right. The airport was functioning, since we just landed in to this place and this place was definitely Frankfurt. Planes landing equals airport working, right? Well, the runways are closed, they said. So that meant that the flight was canceled because they couldn't clear some runways, they said. We will put you on the waiting list to the next flight to Dubai, they said. Waiting list? To Dubai? How are we supposed to go from there to Muscat? Oh, they said, there should be flights there that you can get at ticketing where there will be no 5 hour waiting queue. Like the one here in Frankfurt.
OK We'll take it. Waiting list. pssh, with the kind of luck we're having I was mentally preparing for a night's stay at the airport.
Just then, our luck decided to show up. They were tons of people who didn't show up to the Dubai flight cuz they were stuck somewhere else. So we got in, and I collapsed in relief on HGs shoulder. HG, poor HG, who was near tears. Anyway, we got in on the flight, along with other kindred spirits such as a Calgary girl who spend 20 hours at the airport and an Indian dude who was with us. We got to Dubai and after some smooth talking from Mr. Bird, we get on the next flight and finally reached Muscat after 4 days of travel.
You know what the kicker part is? Our luggage showed up as well, loyally following our random flights to random airports. We totally did not expect that.
And now we are here, among family with all their love and the familiar smells and the immensely warm food and beds. And we celebrated the dad's birthday today.
And tomorrow is our anniversary.
Most people I talked to (and whom HG talked to) gave us wise-wisdom words on how the first or the first two or the first three years will be the toughest. After that, they said, it'll be all OK. I braced myself for these 'tough' years. But it has nothing like these premonitions. Maybe because we treat each other extremely well. We take care of each other, supporting the wishes and weaving around differences with a something that is distinctly becoming natural. We treat each other so well that the knowledge that this person loves me stays within us. And when we do fight, we somehow always restrain from delivering that extra punch that could hurt. Of course we fight. Heck, am the usual mouth off. And my tendency to dismiss some things is becoming quiet obvious. But there's so much clarity around us that my hitherto quelled intuitions immediately gives me warning signs. And she, she's just as natural and true and sensible as they come - a person so connected with intuitions and movements that it's little surprise that she writes well. As someone who's been pretending for so long and who just recently discovered what being true meant, this quality of hers astonishes me. I will always look up to her.
