Check in baggage.

Sure you read this blog ( HAHA.) but will you know who I am, if incase you spot me at the Airport ?
No, right?
(Just nod.)


I'm the girl who takes time to push the heavy luggage trolly and you'll see me stuggling with my camera bag and that bottle of water and messaging my Mom all at the same time.
The girl who flips through the books at the book store and never buys one.
The one who snorts while laughing, unintentionally.
If incase you are seated next to me during the flight, I'm the one who ALWAYS( unintentionally) sits down in someone else's seat, leaving a hassled passenger and a doubting airhostess.
I'm the girl who stares at the airhostess's lip liner.
I'll be the girl who prays for turbulence during the flight before it takes off.
I'm the girl who'll say 'Wohohohhooooo' when the plane starts taking off.
I'm the one you'll look at and start imagining my life as that of a latch-key 14 year old who goes home to her divorced mother during her summer holidays and takes the flight from Bangalore all alone. Poor little independant kid.
UNTIL, I tell you that I am, infact 18 with extremely happy parents shattering the author in you.
I am the girl who smiles creepily at all the female foreigners.
I am the one with the yellow patch of paint on her shorts.
The one who burps after drinking the coffee they serve, albeit not very loudly.
I am the girl who uses a mobile cover as a wallet because they are way cheaper.
I am the girl you think you'll remember but my face fades away the moment you get off the plane.
I am the girl who'll always order the Non-veg burger at the Airport cafeteria and then regret buying it after the very first bite.

But most of all, the most sureshot way of finding/identifying me in an airport would be to find that one tiny kid who always looks out of place, out of context with a face that bears no sign of being even remotely happy/sad/tired/angry/frustrated at being there.
I am and always will be, forever lost in an airport.
And if you look closely at my hands, you'll realize how much I try to just belong.