Waiting for an onward flight to land and to have a connection in it to proceed. Known people to see off, and the procedures for flight clearance are yet to be completed. In the airport. Waiting in line for the process. Someone is attending to the luggage.
When the way was closed to proceed, I was surprised that the role of one who looked after the luggage, the attendant, was almost handed over to me, leaving no option at the moment I took charge, without there being any acknowledgement.
I mention it to my hostess, and she almost gets the person to return, acknowledge, and accompany. Then, while on the way, the man who was a possible cause of my delay was on my way to the counter. At the last minute, I attempt to reach the gate to find the gate closed from afar, and the boy attempting to reach me there by walking, and I find I’m saying the rosary. I say that in it is the sustenance.
The dream, as a possible non-arrival of the Flight itself due to a graduation ceremony at the air academy and the PM being there, causing a delay, is being denounced. I think of making a stopover at Sihirish’s place till things work out. The thought of a standing invitation.