"The connecting flight from London to Edinburgh has been delayed due to inclement weather conditions. Please contact the help desk for further assistance." - shrieked the speakers amidst thunderstorms. Sam could barely hear anything apart from the words 'London' ,'Edinburgh' and 'delayed'.
"Looks like it’s gonna be a long night. Sigh! " - said Sam as he pulled his backpack closer, cautious not to disturb Neha who slept next to him. No matter what the speakers blared, no matter how loud the thunders were, she wouldn't budge. She slept like someone who'd just comeback after a hard day of labour in the caves. Even as she slept, she was holding her wallet for dear life. The runway was deserted except for the caravans which took turns to clear the stagnant water from the runway. Sam had heard his friends rave a lot about the UK rains but hadn't got an opportunity to see them. The rain sure lived up to the hype. It fell fast and heavy but very organized. There was thunder which ran through the clouds. There was lightning which lit up the whole sky. But they appeared at periodic intervals which gave the rain a whole new rhythmic flavor – as if someone was orchestrating the whole damn thing. Sam stared at the windows hoping that the skies would clear up soon. Though he was at quite a distance from the giant windows, he could hear the rain drops hitting the windows steadfast. On a more joyous day, Sam would have settled for nothing less than a book, a cup of steamy coffee and a chair by the window. He stood up and looked around. He found a couple of shops at the far end of the terminal doing busy business even at this unearthly hour but he was reluctant to leave Neha who still was in deep slumber. He felt his phone vibrating. Phantom ring. Damn it. He sat down browsing through his phone. He had a lot of time to kill. He opened the folder reluctantly. Guess what I’m wearing today. Meet you at our regular place. 11.00 a.m. sharp. Can’t wait to see you. :) :) He found the message slyly hidden behind saved passwords and other junk messages in the folder. That message sucked him into his past. He tried recollecting 'that' day. Things started to flow into his mind as distorted images. It appeared to him like a jig saw puzzles only with missing squares. He fell back in disgust. There was he was, at the brink of starting a new life with a women who'd sworn to be with him in death and sickness, yet, he couldn't get over his past. Get over the one, whom he thought, was the love of his life. He was wallowing in a pool of self-loathing and guilt. Of the jig saw, the one thing he remembered most clearly was the day when they exchanged good byes for the last time. He thought her to be the love of his life. She didn't. Simple. Separation with mutual consent. How ironic? Isn't it? People change and so does priorities. He felt a stinging pain. The pain which he enjoyed all these years all of a sudden turned unbearable. He din't want to be seen as a someone who's trying to run away from reality. A coward who's trying to paint to a rosy picture of his past. It was almost an hour. Sam was lost in his own stream of thoughts. He was waging a war with himself. Thoughts about his past were always there and it always will be. But he realized that they weren't bothering him the way it used to be an year ago. The frequency sure had died down. May be, he thought, he was ready to let it go. May be, he thought, it was time to bury them. May be, he thought, it was time leave behind his baggage and travel light. Deep within, he also realized that he wasn’t the only to be blamed. After all, he did try everything he could. "The connecting flight from London to Edinburgh will leave in another 30 minutes. Passengers are requested to get to the terminal 5", yelled the women. This time it was loud enough to wake Neha who till now enjoyed a sound sleep. "Finally.! Yikes.! I better get freshen up.", smiled Neha twisting her arms and breaking her slumber. "You seem a bit bothered. Is it about the delay? Never mind. I will get you a cup of coffee so that you carry even my backpack. I'm too swamped to do anything right now." said Neha as she went to the other end of the terminal to buy coffee. She winked at Sam as she maneuvered her way through backpacks and trolleys. The rain had stopped and the terminal all of a sudden appeared bright. Dark clouds which played peekaboo all this while kept disappearing one after the other but the rain was pleasant while it lasted. Sam saw Neha waving to him from a distance. With a few brownies and coffee, Neha had her hands full. They munched their hot saucy brownies and hurried towards terminal 5. “We almost ruined our trip. Dint we? Cheapo.! The next time please book a direct flight.”
P.S - There, I am done. This piece was brewing for a while in my mind. I've never written a third person narrative. Let me know.
The baggage - past analogy borrowed from HIMYM.