One night @ the airport
A bad ending to a detective novel, deplorable, low marks for an apparently well written exam, a monotonous lecture on an empty stomach and people smoking on others’ faces were what I considered the most annoying things in the world. Well at least until recently, when I spent a night at the airport. I wasn’t exactly in an elated state of mind. The most awaited, month long vacation was finally coming to an uneventful end. It was during the never ending, tormenting study holidays before the dreaded university examinations that I spent most of the time dreaming of vacations. I had made elaborate plans for the holidays with the subject text books lay open before me, behind closed doors, while the rest of the world enjoyed the freedom. Freedom of sleeping and waking up at the time they pleased, among many others that I envied. Now, after a whole month of sleeping and waking up late, movies, books, an unending appetite for food and spending hours doing nothing (without the feeling of guilt), ...