My friend Tez has just started a new blog and is embarking on her own Alphabet of Gratitude. We talked about it late one night while discussing love, family, lip gloss, cheetos and our friendship with each other. Read about her first post on apostrophes.
I'm going to take a stab at my own run through my 26 literary friends.
So to begin...
via Babble n' BlogA is for Arrivals.
My brother Aneez (another A for whom I am ridiculously grateful) once told me that he loved to people watch at the arrivals gate - in any airport. I think of him each time I see the airport montage scenes in the movie Love Actually. It's the scene where you hear Hugh Grant's voice (as Prime Minister of England of course) saying "Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport."
The arrivals area is a fascinating study in human behaviour and love. I can only really remember greeting loved ones at the airport and here's what I notice about myself:
- I always have a book with me. I tend to show up early when meeting others and to pass the time, I'll get a few pages read here and there. You will never see me reading at the arrival's gate. I'm too excited to do something self soothing like reading.
- For some reason, the anticipation of waiting to connect with a loved one makes me feel as though I have to disconnect from everyone around me. Kinda strange no? I feel as though no one could have more longing than I. How could they?
- I do everything humanly possible to get a great vantage point so I can see my loved one the moment the doors swing open and they burst through the gate. If it's crowded, I'll find someone shorter than me. Park myself behind them. Take a deep breath. And wait.
- At the same time, I need my space. Who knows how long I will be waiting with eagerness? However long it'll be, I need to have room to tap my toes, sway from left to right to left and back again. It's the Arrivals Gate Dance. I choreographed it myself.
- I also do this thing where I avoid eye contact with every other person in the arrivals area. However, I secretly cheer them on and am so happy for them if their loved one arrives before mine. I often catch myself smiling at the very people who I try to distance myself from just as they are on their way out the door.
Aneez once came off his plane from England holding a sign that said "MOM?" Thank you Motabhai for teaching me to see the arrivals gate in a whole new way. It is a place filled with longing, love and promise.