It's 15th March around 11:21 pm and again I'm on Pune airport. It's pretty crowded. Well after my last experience of travelling Bangalore and joining my new position, this was my first journey back home. Just after 25 days I travelled back to home,very unexpectedly. No no, I didn't decide to resign or something. It was different. After joining the work, my manager told me I don't have to go to office regularly. I started working from PG. Indeed in the totally new city, I was trying hard to find people to connect with. Seemed difficult. When I landed on the airport last month, exactly last month on 15th I forgot my luggage on the airport and realised after going to PG. It was super panicking. I tried hard to remember, searched everywhere, called the ola back, raised query, travelled back to the airport and reached at the peak of my vulnerablity. Cried like anything in front of security and yes felt super embarrassed.
Well post that, I tried settling in the city, tried communicating with people. Seemed like failed attempts. It's not that I didn't meet people. But everything seemed so superficial and temporary. I felt like no one really is interested in creating bonds or making friends. I was a little disappointed.
And then Ramadan came 🤍one of the new joinees told me he's going home and will be working from home for a few days and I should also ask for it. I did. My manager said yes and I booked the ticket. I was at the peak of my happiness. I decided to bring remaining luggage as well. On 9th March my flight was booked. It was in the midnight so I decided to travel to the airport early at night. Around 8 pm I booked the ola and my journey started. First the ola guy arrived late, he still wanted to drop previous passengers, when the journey started he asked me cancel the ride for some money reason, later suddenly he took another road which was super silent and when I started questioning him, he kept ignoring me saying 'only kannada'. I meant till now he could communicate with me and later suddenly language became barrier. It was again a scary experience. When I arrived, Bhai already met me at the airport and I was at ease. I was super happy. I reached and just went asleep. I slept like a baby that day. Work started, everything was going great, I was hoping I'll get to meet mother by the end of the month. I'll get to celebrate Eid at home, I was spending Ramadan at home and I was so so grateful and happy.
And then out of nowhere where one of the directors suddenly messaged me on teams, come and meet me. I politely replied him that I was coming to office everyday as actual work started, manager asked me to work from home and I did it. As soon as I'll be in the office, I'll meet him.
Don't know what happened, He asked my manager to have a quick meeting with us. It was already Ramadan, post Fajr salah we tend to sleep and he kept the meeting in the morning. I got up and started the meeting and he was already there. Just for 2 mins he gave me example of how being late can change things etc... I was literally shocked and clueless. And he asked me to meet him immediately on Monday. OMG I started panicking. My manager just disappeared saying we will discuss this later. I started asking people what should I do, I tried calling him to explain my situation but no response. And finally I booked my flight yesterday. My second friday of Ramadan, filled with Sadness. I couldn't stop crying. I kept crying like a mad. Bhai made me understand. Finance, money and what not... I was sad... Grieving. Grieving till today. I called Qais, informed. Off course heart broken. I got up in the morning with lot of pain. Went out with Bhai to bring stuff and went to Qais. We went out to buy stuff and I saw streets full with people and Camp in Ramadan. I couldn't hold back. I just kept making duas. It was the blessing. Meeting Qais in Ramadan, going to her place, watching the street..with heavy heart, loads of tears and said good-bye to Qais and her mother. Aunty cried too... I didn't get to meet mom, I hugged her and cried...
Came home, I couldn't stop crying, even during iftar my tears didn't stop. And doorbell rang. There was neighbours daughter standing with a dairy milk to wish me happy journey. I hugged her 🤍💙 after offering Taraweeh and isha, we were back to our way to airport, bhai had booked Uber. Neighbour came to drop me till car. And again I met extremely irritating driver who kept on insisting that cancel this two way ride. Why...why all this. They dropped me away from the airport. I was super angry to walk with my luggage till the airport entry. Around 500 mtrs. Slowly my feelings started settling. I felt better. After dropping luggage and security check, here I'm. Sitting near my gate. Unaware what future has planned, how the meeting with this director will go. I don't know why Allaah planned all this... But bhai told me one thing, if this is what was Allaah's plan, I have to be raazi on it 💙
May Allaah make this journey and life ahead,easy, Aameen
