An Indian Experience: Day 0

July 13, 2016

Day 0:

 

Maybe More Than A Day

 

What a journey! Tiresome. There were 3 flights to reach to Jodhpur, India.

One from San Francisco to Abu Dhabi, then another from Abu Dhabi to Delhi, and a last one, a domestic flight from Delhi to Jodhpur. After checking in our four heavy-loaded luggage bags, my dad set my mom and I out to begin this new chapter in our lives.

My mom and I stood at the end of the security line after sharing our farewells with my dad, and until we were inside the gates, I continued to wave at my dad. Through the journey through the queue, my mind wandered off to think about what I was doing: leaving the country I had grown up in, staying away from my father for a few months, and all in all, starting an entirely new life. I asked myself for the hundredth time, did I really want to do this? (Not that I had much of a choice.) I was leaving my friends behind, but heading to my family. I was leaving behind the language I’m best at, but heading to my native language. I was leaving behind the fast food I often ate, but heading to the most mouth-watering sweets in the world. I was leaving behind one land, but heading to another. Was there actually anything too bad about this change? `

Catching the first flight was a piece of cake, and once we reached our gate, my mother and I dragged our cabin bags to a cozy corner where we relaxed for a bit, waiting to board the flight. About an hour before the flight’s departure time, boarding began, starting with priority guests and families with infants. Finally, my mom and I were able to board the plane.

The fifteen-hour trip from San Francisco to Abu Dhabi exhausted not only my mom and I, but I’m pretty sure, everyone on the plane as well.

At last, when we reached Abu Dhabi, my mother and I rushed to a restroom to freshen up, and we then found our stomachs grumbling. We decided to eat at an airport McDonalds. Then, our eyelids started getting heavier, so we dragged our luggage to near-by seats, and found a cozy place. I tightly hugged my laptop bag as I drifted off into sleep…

I was awakened by people’s voices. Where was I? How long had I been asleep? I glanced at the time. Five hours! Next to me, my mother was also awake. Half asleep, I followed my mother in grabbing our luggage and dragging it out of the area to another restroom, where I splashed myself out of sleep. It all happened so quickly, I realized: the getting up and moving out. I chuckled to myself.

We made our way to our gate just in time, only a little while before they started boarding. As soon as we got in our seats, tried to fall back into sleep. As I closed my eyes, I imagined what would be new. A new life, again. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

Three hours and fifteen minutes later, our flight landed in the Delhi Indira Gandhi International Airport. We were now in India…

Almost seven hours later, my mom and I walked into the humid air of Jodhpur, where we were greeted by my dada (dad’s dad) and dadi (dad’s mom.) I was here; the place I would live in for the next year, more or less.

3 thoughts on “An Indian Experience: Day 0

  1. “my mom and I walked into the humid air of Jodhpur” – How did you feel? Did you feel something of your own?

  2. Beautifully Written Saniya. I am diligently following your blog and thoroughly enjoy reading all your articles as well as your amazing journey to a new world. 🙂

    Specially liked the excerpt below:
    ” I was leaving my friends behind, but heading to my family. I was leaving behind the language I’m best at, but heading to my native language. I was leaving behind the fast food I often ate, but heading to the most mouth-watering sweets in the world. I was leaving behind one land, but heading to another. Was there actually anything too bad about this change?”

    Saniya, Change is Never Easy..yet Change is the One Constant in World. The hesitation and fear of delving in unknown territory is obvious, but the excitement, thrill and adventure it entails is worth the struggle. Remember ‘When the going gets tough, he tough gets going!” And you are one tough girl!!

    Keep writing about your experiences and learning..Some day, this blog of yours will help serve as a realistic representation of the struggles as well as rewards for other kids your age, who aspire to go back to their roots.

    Enjoy your new adventure. I am proud of you and your perspective, my heartiest blessing and wishes to you.

    Love,
    Vijaya

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s