Neither a Nightmare nor a Day dream

Around the world in 90 days is the plan. Dumping the suitcase with all sort of tangible things which my hands were able to reach first, I created a hassle in air at home which is already upside down.
A blend of creatures which never nods the head for the take of the other but clings on one another like forever – Family they say it is. With all my talent, finally I managed to gather my Appa, Amma and little sister outside our home along with their baggage which looked like as if we are shifting to another planet for a lifetime. My Amma made sure that the suitcase is fat enough so that it might explode any minute and create a scene in the Airport.
Booking a cab from Triplicane to Chennai International Terminal, I mentally ticked the first Wish-list Checklist – The International Chennai Airport Gateway.
After all the check-ins and boarding on the plane, the moment I had waited for this since my first flight, the moment for which I would lavishly and happily decrease my bank balance to nil has arrived.
Making a trip with my Amma and Appa in flight for the first time or rather I would say, their first flight it is. I never wanted to miss a single moment and kept staring at both of them completely. I could see their astonishment, excitement, hidden fear and overwhelming happiness.
When the flight was about to take off, they instantly clutched each other’s hand revealing their support system and immediately Amma leaned on Appa’s shoulder. I was smiling. My lips, eyes, heart, each nerve and cell in my body are smiling.
Looking outside the window, my head honoured my heart with a Vote of Thanks. I have had an inevitable dream of making my parent’s first flight along with them with every single penny of mine. Touchwood, I pinch myself in a cinematic way to finally hint my sense that I am living my dream that moment.
The four years of hard work and perseverance in securing a Professional Career and the two years of early mornings, late nights and Sunday works found its meaning in front of my parent’s happiness.
I felt like patting my back and gave myself an high-five in my mind for all the ‘Big-Nos’ I said while it came to spending on myself and how desperately I saved each Rupee for this to come true.
My Amma took out the shopping magazine in the flight and with her usual habit, she started pondering on things by applying the filter – sort price lowest to highest. With pride, I looked deep into her eyes for 3 seconds and said “Till this minute, you both have neglected seeing price tags when it was for your daughters. It is our turn now. It is from this point of time in life, we wish to see you both sit cross-legged and live like a King and Queen.
That smile which my mother wore that moment; it absolutely failed to hide the chest swelling pride and unconditional love that she always carried.
Interrupting her thoughts, the door bell rang.
Taking a deep breath, she closed the diary and sealed the nib.
Wondering how much luck and blessings it takes to be a loving daughter who seeks happiness from the smile of her parents and not a female who struggles each slumber with a stranger with no heart but having a life and an intestine.
With accumulating and escalating thought process between closing the diary and opening the door to another customer, the wandering pages in air, resembling her soul, revealed her sign-off – Pen-woman with Passion, Nalini Jameela.