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In Transit

In Transit
by Ben Huberman
Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?

My husband R, and I were going back home, after seeing my son after a gap of five long years. We stayed with him for a month (in Cary, North Carolina). Our daughter had bought a home in Baltimore, so our flight back home was from Washington Airport. We faced a whole day wait at New York.

My sister, and her husband F wanted us to go with them to Long Island, but we declined. They spent the day with us at the airport. We had lunch, and tea together. They left at five. We had another three hours wait before we finally boarded the plane to Dubai.

There was a long stop over at Dubai. The flight was running late. From three hours it stretched to ten. The airport was congested. We couldn’t find any place to sit even. It was horrible. After this experience I avoid the flights through Dubai.

Finally the miserable wait was over, and we made it to the departure lounge. We were able to get seats. A few steps away from us sat an elegant lady dressed in white. Her face looked very familiar. I couldn’t recall her name. Suddenly I realized who she was. She was Kokab Khwaja, a famous TV personality.

I had followed her recipes in an Urdu magazine. My first baking attempt was making chocolate pin wheel biscuits from a recipe of hers. Later on I watched her on TV teaching Ikebana, the Japanese way of flower arrangement.

Meanwhile R had noticed an acquaintance of his. I gathered my courage (before it deserted me), and went to introduce myself to Kokab. It turned out her husband, and his family were childhood friends of R.

Her reserved manner visibly melted, as she told me, she had wondered who I was, when she had seen me sitting. She gave me her telephone number inviting us to her home.

For me it was totally unreal, meeting a favorite celebrity, I never thought to meet face to face.



Daily Prompt: Witness Protection
When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

Attempting anything scary requires courage from deep down inside within oneself. I don’t think anyone can help. The demons have to be faced on your own.

Our village home remains unused most of the time. Lizards creep inside. When you open a door, they rush inside. I scream and jump at the same time, while taking wild swings at them with a broom. To me, they are the most hateful creatures on God’s earth. Sorry animal lovers.

Bungee jumping doesn’t appeal to me. I would love to go kitesurfing. Whenever the opportunity comes my way, I am sure I will go for it. I would love to feel the wind in my hair, as I paraglide over the waves with a power kite to be propelled across the water.

I confess, I have never done it before. The first time I saw people kiteboarding was at Ocean City, eight years ago.

My daughter asked me if I wanted anything to do. That was the only thing that appealed to me.

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There wasn’t any time, plus I didn’t have appropriate clothes for it.

We bought souvenirs from the shops, and had lunch. The children played in the waves for a little while, and then we returned to Baltimore.