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This was going to be one of these usual boring trips. A plane ride every 2 or 3 times a week. The airport was my second home! Meetings, meetings, meetings!!!

I clearly knew that I was the epitome of a ‘workaholic’ and I liked it. I liked that I was focused at work at all times. I was diplomatic but emotionless when it came to any sort of work. But that had its downfalls as well. I hadn’t a personal life of my own; I envied that in a person. And it has now come up to point where I had to loosen myself a lot.

Growing up hadn’t been easy at all. My family struggled a lot financially till my 20’s. My parents tried their best to sustain a family of 4; myself and my sister. And we somehow managed by up until I got into college. I think my upbringing is what led to my mindset at present, never to look down of oneself. This led me to physically and mentally push myself when it came to studies and subsequently my job. I wanted a life without worries and that is what I finally got. A reputed CEO in the most growing up company in the world. I was set in life, or at least that’s what I thought. There was something always missing, a friend perhaps.

That’s when I noticed her.

I noticed her at the waiting area. She looked beautiful, the simplest of features; small jet black eyes, plump pink lips, clear whitish skin and a nose to go along with it. Like I mentioned the simplest of features, but beautiful. She hated attention, I assumed since she constantly listened to music. Even the clothes gave away the idea of her hating attention; a big black loose hoodie with the black pants and black army boots to go with and yet somehow she managed not to look gothic. She sat just opposite to the seat that I sat, just far enough for her not to see that I was noticing her. She was cautious as far as I can tell, because even though she dozed off she still had hands clutched tightly to both the bags she had. The bags were big enough to make her look small and tiny. She looked like an angel when she slept, didn’t exactly snore but make small puffs of sounds through her breathing. I could’ve seen that for a long time, but it got disturbed when she woke up with a start. I tried not to laugh when she did that, to look at her cute startled face!

She then got up and started ruffling through her bag, took food and started eating; it made me hungry as well. So I decided to grab a bite, besides I found myself creepy looking at her endlessly, I broke the momentum, although trust me I just found her interesting. I went to the snack bar, decided to buy a chocolate, contemplating between snickers and bounty. There she came to buy something, with her two big bags (which was obviously a big trouble to carry them, I found very funny, but another guess, she may have serious trust issues). She bought herself a bounty, like I rightly guessed she hated attention since she looked like she just wanted the buy to get over with quickly, being rather impatient. She then went back to her seat continuing what she was doing. She was beautifully weird like she held millions of secrets within her.

Ok, I’ll stop it now. Stop describing her. Not that I observe each and every person l see, I just found her very intriguing. Very much. I’ve never seen women like her in all the 24 years of my life. But yeah she was one among the many people I've seen in the airport and she’s one among the many people I’ll just forget.

The announcement came up for the final check-in. I don’t like waiting in line, so I jumped early and went to get my pass checked in, to get it over with.

I went straight ahead to 11 (C) and made myself comfortable while I made myself flow in my thoughts.

Thoughts about how I never call my family. I mean the only thing that runs in my mind is always the workload or the numbers. Forget friends, I wouldn’t have spoken to my dad as well if it hadn’t been for my sister. My sister, Grace, she is the most single most annoying yet the most loving human being in my life. Although she’s just 14, that devils got the mouth of a 20 year old. She’s the only one who keeps me and my parents connected, she’s my baby. My father is amazing, don’t get me wrong. Both my parents worked very hard to keep all of us in shape. Later on when I got a job, thankfully I was able to make them live a life they wished for, a life of comfort, but the only difference me not being in the picture, since I got decked up with work all the time. There were many repercussions when in touch with my working style and it is very hard to manage a personal life in addition.

That’s when I saw her…again, struggling, carrying her 2 big bags and walking towards aisle of the plane. She walked and walked and then stopped at my seat number. She looked at me and we formally smiled at each other. It was safe not to speak anything to her, yet I blurted out if she wanted any help and she declined it. Part of me already knew that she would decline because of the fact that she looked like she seriously didn’t want anyone to talk to her. But something still wanted me to help her, so I stressed on it and asked again, this time she got defensive and declared firmly by declining me.

Maybe I offended her……………. obviously I offended her.

Jesus! Off to a good start I guess.