Ishana, Delhi Airport

My last few hours in India. At the very famous Delhi T3. S asleep. I was dead exhausted physically, from carrying around a sleeping girl through immigration and security. Added to it was the fact that the flight departed at 3.00 am. I would've gladly accepted a "grumpy" label. G took a walk to refresh himself while I settled to slumber on the floor below S(lying on a sofa). He returned back & asked me to go around so I try to open my eyes in time for departure. He asked me to take a good 1 hr. But I promised him I will be back in 20 min.

I planned to look around the airport, as it truly seemed to be the best Indian airport I have seen thus far(the only other is Chennai, which doesn't technically count as an International airport per say).

As I continued looking on, my eyes seemed to give up on me. And then I saw it. 

india. explore. ishana

OMG! How did I not remember? er, how did I forget in the first place?

Bells rang in my ears. Isha...Theerthkund...

That was all I needed. One big smile adorned my face as I walked in.

It truly is a space. All I needed was a dip in the healing pool. And I headed right there. You can't take a dip. So, made do with just my feet in. And it did what it mentioned it would. Once I felt awake(ned) :), a yogi-looking-guy came in and asked if he could play the flute. He was a musician. The management allowed. So, as I sat awakened in the pool, I close my eyes gratefully to some soulful music.

I thought it should've been more than 20 min. So, decided to check the store out(just a little) before heading out. It turned out to be more than 1 hr. A wonderful space. Truly! I had to remind myself that I was in an airport in India. I was transported to another world. Rather, the whole world seemed to have come into this space.

I ended up buying goodies, gifted myself to a complimentary mehendi & walked around. And around. And around. 

I came out refreshed. 

Reached out to G, "This is the best airport, ever." 

G promptly retorted, "you were just in one shop". 

A sheepish grin.

Ishana was a perfect culmination to my life-changing experience in India. 

Definitely will not reconsider a 3.00 am flight out of Delhi.

P-E-R-C-E-P-T-I-O-N

Today, S turns 4. We decided to celebrate it at her school. I am not sure I have mentioned earlier that S's teacher is a person of tremendous capabilities. Many kids that turn up at the school are kids whose parents could not afford to go there. She takes little money from some & none from others. Recently, she informed me of a boy who will be joining for a few months, because....he would live only for those months. He is a 6 yr old diagnosed with brain tumor that is cancerous. And he has been granted 8 months of life, if everything goes well. I felt for this boy. But had not seen him until today. He looks like a normal 6 yr old who cannot do so many things. He has stitches across his head. He cannot eat cream from a cake. He cannot tolerate loud noise as it would hurt his head so much. Practically, everything that a 6 yr old will want to do. But he doesn't seem to complain.

And here I was. Discussing things about S's education to her teacher. Suddenly, everything about life seemed so trivial. So meaningless. I did not cry for him. Or his life. I am just watching him. Every single person born is going to die. What difference is shedding tears going to do? There is a world of difference between Knowing, Realizing & experiencing this reality. I honestly don't know where I am right now. Moments like these, I ponder & (try to) set my priorities right.
If I am going to die tomorrow, what would I want to do?
Learn to drum!!!
Felt good to realize that I have my class tomorrow.
Just shoving this to the world, I feel relieved. *sigh*