The Packets

Aum reached airport. Checked in and got his boarding pass after getting his luggage scanned. In the lounge he rested, waiting for his flight.

The early morning hours after the travel of six and a half hours had already exhausted him. He wanted to doze off but he didn’t. He scrolled and browsed through his phone to call at home, changed his mind then, smiled, imagined the surprised face of his Mumma at home, giving him peace and solace.

While waiting, he picked some literature kept by his side. Turned the pages and inspected the images. The large screens of the LCD’s were equally captivating for him. He watched series for sometime, and after that, suddenly his eyes caught attention on the bag from which the oozing of pickles oil was palpable.

Immediately he opened the bag and rummaged through the clothes and eatables. The oil had greased the clothes and special gifts along with packets that he took for his Mumma and Vedant and Shruti. His heart melted and sank. He had spent hours and hours deciding about the gifts of their choices and likes and now, all his efforts seemed purposeless.

He took those gifts packets and kept them into the carry bag to ensure no further leakage takes place. While the announcement took place, he hurriedly repacked his luggage to enter into the bus to reach to the Airbus.

While mounting the stairs, he suddenly realized that his carry bag was left in the bus itself. There wasn’t time to recheck for the bus had already left to bring the next lot and announcements started for everyone to be seated in their respective rows.

He sat. Leaned back on his chair. Tightened his seat belt and rested. Silence overpowered his inner turmoil.

After some time, closing his eyes, he self asserted : “the purposelessness had a purpose. The packets reached to those for whom they were intended. ”