Homeward Bound

"Home" is not necessarily a physical place...it's that 'coming to' feeling (no perverts reading on please!!!).

After one hell of a vacation in a lovely country I besmirkingly boarded my flight to Paris...strange light-headedness, cuz soon I was seated in my cramped economy seat (pleasant isle seat, decent old man next to me) the first thought that crossed my mind was actually that of 4...just "4" toilets ("twa-leets"...yeah the French "piss" me off sometimes!!!)to appease the over 200 bladders. Tchchchchch...I admonished myself for starting the journey with so gross a thought, but found my mind running back to the same arena even as we got those warm towelettes (yes,Rule#1 of customer delight:: complicate the hell out of simple terms..makes you feel like it's raining manna or something).

Ater a fun filled flight which involved 3 visits to well, the "T" (and that is NOT why it was a fun flight!!!),3 movies (two in french),a little flirting with the balding purser and a rush thinking about shopping at the duty free at CDG...I did shop down to my last few dollars...Never mind the flight onward to B'lore...FFWD till the time we commenced our descent...

My heart skipped to a merry tune at the thought of home...and for that instant when the wheels rubbed hard on the runway unsettling us a little with a jolt, my heart finally found home!!!

"Home" is not necessarily a physical place...it's that simple 'coming to' feeling...uncomplicated and simple as pleasure...