This Airplane Ride Back Is Different.
Intimate is the view beyond this curved window, where the airplane blinks frivolously against the enchanting lights at sundown. Presence fills the gaps in the unknown terrains of my mind: trust, faith and unprecedented belief that all is guided and smoothened by God’s wisdom. I left the airport this time without a single tear. I hugged my family tightly, told them not to worry, that we would be in touch, that sometimes presence is ethereal and loving despite the distance. We parted with little tears and lots of unconditional love marking the footprints between us. It’s different this time. There is much more equanimity, very little fear brims the corners of this unknown. There is this peace I’ve been longing for since forever— this peace of mind, not needing to create further than God’s will, a crystalline heart shimmering with knowingness in all the beauty that lies in paths made for, and of, selfless service. I think it’s the first time that the balance did not tip. The balance hangs