At the Airport, watching families back from vacations, students coming back for college after Thanksgiving. People holding placards for business travelers. Happiness of conclusion of a planned vacation, being with the family for Thanksgiving. Planning for the next day in life, at work, at home, easing back into the auto-pilot mode. Amid all this, I hear the sounds from Piano. A piano put by airport with public access. A girl who let her mother wait for having that little byte of playing her favorite instrument. A fast-paced note. All while, a teenager roaming around nearby. Not sure, if he is waiting for a taxi or baggage. And then, he gets his chance. Alas, I don't know music. I could describe how nice he is playing, like a water of a river. All turns, drops, splashes, and then path ahead. The freedom of doing what one wants to. Hope I had a camera to post his pic. While his smile for my thanks can only be felt. This experience takes my vacation with family coming to a sweet comma. Somehow, don't like "The End" in movies. After the movie also I think of the circumstances at which marriage of lovers happened, and what they might face next. Situations which brought a family together, and how they might be living together. The water from ocean reaching the land shores is taking so more of that at shore back in. And putting things within the ocean on the shore. The life is taking these all these small experiences in, and leaving back some influences back.












