One night at the airport

Brought home Govindu from the airport just now! Since he is suffering from jetlag, I'm made to stay awake!! Anyway, I'm sure he's going to be snoring away the whole of tomorrow. Was interesting to go to the airport and see the progress made over the few months. Better still was the chance to watch people come in and be received by their families with varying emotions. Aged parents unable to control their emotions, colleagues creating such a rucus as though they just found and killed a cobra, kids not knowing when the bags will open up to spill their hidden treasures and young spouses longing for each others embrace and companionship. Then there were also those who came looking for big flash signs of the 'Saudi flight' ... poor, simple people coming in to receive 'God-knows-who'. Thinking that all is like their village railway station waiting for the announcement to take place. However, far we go or whatever we do, whenever there is a foreigner - I mean, a European, white-skinned - everyone's eyes will follow him or her till he or she is out of sight! So much for our obsession with fair skin! Then there are those passengers who walk out of the lounge as though they've just returned from conquering the world looking around for someone to shed their baggage upon. And a most common sight at all arrival terminals, the long queue of cab drivers with their placards... all in various modes and shapes. Their hearts waiting, silently praying for a generous customer who'd tip them well.