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                                                                   Folks I got busy in The Humdrum
The people at the far ends and the near ends are waiting.I am sorry folks I got busy in the humdrum of the earthy thing. Sometimes you have to shield your intimate self and be there to perform the perfunctory jobs of this transient world.But all along I missed you.A sneak peep into my internet would show the exasperation of my viewers.The viewer graph fell flat almost meeting the base line.
There  was  a rush at the airport.It was  quite early.He had gone to receive  his son who was  arriving from abroad..His child like enthusiasm had wrapped his entire persona.He was anxiously checking the incoming flts on the monitor.He got fascinated by the rapid movement of the flts being displayed. He fixed his eyes on his sons flt no. which flickered like a naughty boy who would  never stick to one place. His withered face was an open  continent of deep fissures of criss -cross lines which on closer look resembled the deep folds of skin.He wasn’t that old but his way  of living was  impervious to the good living of the modern times. It was difficult to decide whether he bordered to the side of a renouncer   or  was so disconcerted with the social gaity.His narrow shoulders arched a little more to have a closer look at the  monitor.He was looking intently at the rapidly moving monitor updating the flts.After ensuring the slot of his sons flt.,he got absorbed in  looking at other flts.With his forefinger on his thin dark lips he mumbled the names of the countries scrolling before him.His eyebrows would get raised when the countries which had a closer proximity to the country of his sons sojourn reeled before him.With the glee of a child he would turn his half face and point to his wife that those were the shores his son might have touched on his way to his foreign destination.It seemed as if he had already procured the possession of his sons country and  was trying to savour the flavor of other countries and climes.It was very cold at the airport and he was wrapping  his jacket very tightly around him. This jacket was brought by his son on his previous visit.It was his sons first visit after he had left his native land.That time he did not pay much attention to it because the euphoria at home was such that they already found themselves with their son in his exotic foreign land.And the jacket and other tid bits were not of much excitement.Now he was hugging on to it not even remembering its genesis.His deep furrowed forehead  his  forlorn looks were getting enmeshed  in the bright brilliant scroll of the flt  updates. In his free moments he  always  googled  for the off season international fares. His   passport  was ready and visa stamped but gradually he even forgot where he had kept it.
Suddenly he remembered his purpose of coming to that place and he also remembered with a flutter in his heart that he  had  to present a happy visage to his son on his arrival otherwise his son would feel extremely  exasperated at his hang dog look  and his entire trip might get spoilt.
 The flt had landed and the passengers were emerging.The Indians came out pushing their trolleys filled to the tip.They always looked the same “ hewers of wood and drawers of water for ever and ever” Joshua 9:23.. He waited for his son to come out wondering what goodies he might have got for his folks at home this time.




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