Somewhere i belong

Backpack was ready ,so was my Guitar. I hadn’t seen her for two years now. Qatar Airways ticket laid on bed , alongside my Passport. My Airplane was scheduled at 8 am departure from Tegel Berlin, the next day. I couldn't sleep. Sweaty and anxiously, I rolled over and over again in bed. I missed her. I missed her smile. The most beautiful smile in this entire world. I missed sleeping next to her in those cold winter days where she would rather cover me without caring for herself.

She told many beautiful stories. My food always tasted better with the mixture of imaginary characters of her stories in it. I missed her voice. Her love to me was pure, without any expectations , carefree and harmless.

Bus came 10 minutes late and then I had to change train as well and meantime it rained on me and I obviously did not carry my umbrella with me before deciding to fly fourteen hours to the next end of the World. Then I remembered her sheltering me under an umbrella my way back from school, when it monsoon rained and flooded the river on the way . Water came up to her knees but for her the main priority was to shelter me on her arms so that I did not get wet.

Finally I reached Airport and miraculously on time since my train came earlier than expected. Then

there I flew, slowly leaving the German soil. I glimpsed out of my airplane window, where I could see Berlin below the clouds, getting smaller and smaller and finally vanishing into the eternity. I kept on looking at her until she vanished.

It was a strange feeling because I did not know which side to take. Berlin was home to me as well and I felt pain leaving her as well. It was a strange feeling of having everything without really having anything.

I remembered her buying me a plastic airplane and she told me' one day you are going to fly all around the world' I played and played with it until I broke it the next day. She was not very happy. I never grew up in front of her. We human never grow up, we just pretend and try to show the society that we are mature. Our entire life is a drama.

I reached Doha, the Capital city of Qatar where I had to change my next flight home. I was getting closer and closer and heart was beating faster and faster. Adrenaline pumped like a meteor striking the ground. At that very moment, I remembered the last time I saw her. She tried hard to be strong and not to show any pain in her eyes before I left. But inside I am sure she died.

Finally I could see Kathmandu getting bigger and bigger below the clouds, then at that very moment I remembered Berlin , my next home which got lost somewhere into the horizon.

'This is a story of a man who doesn’t belong anywhere'