Coming back

As expected, I started feeling the cordial environment at Incheon itself while going through the immigration formalities. So instead of telling the officer that "I am coming from India and I have a multiple entry visa", I told him that "I, indo..multiple entry visa" and like always he understood that very well and wished me a good stay in his country.

Exhausted by the long journey I tried to take a quick nap in the local flight from Gimpo to Sacheon but the air hostess, to much of my annoyance, which I could not show at all as I was lost in her pinkish smile and partly in her eyes (partly because the eyes ofcourse weren't big enough to drown a ghorey*), didnt allow me to lower my seat and I accepted that with a "anything-for-that-smile" grin, which I am sure she also understood very well.

One pleasant thing happened in the flight when a one year old (i guess) kid on the front seat made some happy noises on being so close to a foreigner. 'The child is the father of the man'. There couldn't be a better way to understand this eminent quote of Wordsworth than this purity. The elder ones in the act of being mature chose not to listen to their once unadulterated hearts. And that's where Wordsworth found his inspiration. Being lost in those thoughts I forgot that the flight was only of one hour and time flies without any schedule, which it leaves for us to follow. Time is a strange thing. It weighs most on the one who has it least (The opening line of a renowned bestseller).Stepping out of the boeing 727, I again dreamt myself being on the heavenly exotic planet from where the air hostesses come. But the expedition was over. Being disappointed once again by the luscious futility of the human imagination, I set foot on the land of morning (i would rather prefer "perpetual") calm.