Memories

As I waited for the last minute confirmation from my travel agent, I hurriedly pack my suitcase trying to shove in everything possible that I needed for my trip. My toiletries, the hair dryer, my boots and my coats all go in. Yeah! I was traveling to a cold country.

Getting out of the house, I juggle between thoughts like whether I have packed everything I needed or will I miss my flight. Thankfully, I manage to make it to the plane. I put my luggage into the overhead hold and strap myself to the seat. And then everything goes black, the next thing I see is that I have already reached my destination.

Getting out of the airport I see pearly white roadsides. The tyres of the cab make a slush-slush sound against the last night’s snow on the road and I behold the skyscraping horizon of Manhattan. Yes – I am in New York. The much awaited or should I say the never imagined or dreamt trip, has come true.

Our first day in NY and everything looked amazing. I remember the last time I saw snow was when I was 3 years old at the Rohtang Pass in Manali. But who really remembers that, it’s just a memory from the photographs. So technically I was seeing snow for the first time since I came to my senses. We make our way to the Central Park. The landscaped panorama is breathtaking, reminds you of a snapshot out of a Christmas card. Snowy trees with a hint of green grass and semi frozen lake looked overwhelming. Excited as we were, the first thing that came to our mind was snow fighting, we started making snowballs and hitting each other. Ah! The feeling when the flakes smash against your face. Too hard to describe in words…

…and then the alarm went off! Sigh! It was time to get up and go to work!