Thursday, December 10, 2020

The First Meetup

We have had it all; great days and bad. Isnt that part of every relationship. We are somewhat different because we can't hug after saying sorry. We don't come back home after a tough day and have the other to cling to. 
Its something we yearn to have. 8 years almost 9 and everyday we plan our lives together but we aren't together in the literal manner yet. 

Yes, it's hard for us but we chose it. We would choose it over and over again without any second thought. I flew on the 30th of November 2017. My heart pounding out of my chest. Excitement, nervousness mixed up together into a soup of emotions. 
Being so deeply involved emotionally with a person over PHONE!!! We were finally meeting in person. What if its awkward? What are we going to say to each other? What if he doesn't like how I look, or how i sound? What if he looks or has different demeanor in person? There were thousands of questions but the fear of him being unreal was never there. 

Having my parents say bye to me at the airport I never thought of the amount of emotional pressure I was putting them through. My brother contacting me every minute to find how was I doing. They all controlled their emotions in that moment and showed me what I wanted to see. To see that they were okay with me taking this plunge of faith. Till to date I would never understand how they did it but they did and that one act of faith towards our love that they showed will make us bow to them no matter what. 

Karthik kept my parents informed of every move my flight made. Every minute of my journey he kept them assured I was safe. Getting off at LAX. The vastness of that airport; i would never forget. Probably bigger than my entire island. People every where. I had never gone out of my country and when I did it was to the United States of America! Everything was new and so humongous. I had only seen so many planes in movies and pictures. Beyond my imagination. Asking my way around and contacting my family as soon as I landed I made my way to the second gate. The plane that took me from LAX, Los Angeles to SFO, San Francisco. That was just an hour or 2 long. Now it was time for my flight to Boston. It was already night. I was getting more and more nervous. In a new country, i was going to finally meet the love of my life. The person i want to spend the rest of my life with. It's an inexplicable feeling. 

It was almost time for the descend to start so I went to the bathroom and brushed, fixed my hair and tried to look better, I guess. Once the descend started my heart rate went up. The landing at the Boston Logan Airport was phenomenal. As the plane approached the glowing Boston Harbour; the airline skimming over the Atlantic ocean making a smooth landing on the ground.

I see him standing right there with bouquets of flowers in hand. I recognized him immediately and leaving all my luggage behind I just ran towards him. Hiding half my face and I am still not sure if he saw my face up until we hugged. Oh that warmest hug, the feeling that I belonged here. My heart knew I had found my home away from home. 
(Photo taken when we first met- 30th November taken by a caucasian lady who witnessed us meeting and was in awe and offered to take our picture. I left Fiji on 30th November and as the time difference is there I reached Boston at 5.43am 30th November 2017) 



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