Scars Are The Proof Of Your Past

part-1....A new start, not forgetting the previous end

CHAPTER 1:

I am going to California.' What would you assume when one says so? You will probably think that ' He must be going there to achieve something massive' or ' Ahh he must want a great change in his lifestyle.' But I feel that even the tone of the person in question matters. The difference may be a slightly furtive, but it turns instinctive when someone points it out to you. If I had to compare, the difference would be close to finding others' mistake and your own mistake. You may be able to venture ahead to discover other people's mistake, but realising your mistake isn't something that you can do. Well, but here, the character in question is me, so the reasons stated above can't be the case. Me? I am simply running away.... Running away from something that I wasn't scared of, but from something I was disgusted from.....

I disembarked the aircraft and started running my eyes around the airport to find the baggage claim centre. I saw some vending machines and some other modern technological developments which made people's lives easier around, but couldn't find the signboard for the baggage claim. I felt that it was really ironic, there were things that made people's lives easier, like the vending machines, but science couldn't excel in providing any alternative for signboards. There still is GPS, but guys, that can't be used to navigate yourself through the airport, right? Oh, don't get me wrong, I feel GPS is an excellent invention! So, after a minute or so, I finally found the sign board. I kept walking towards the directed position but the path seemed to be infinitely long.... Was it because I was nervous? Or was it because I knew that I was running away? I had no idea what direction this signboard called 'run towards here' was going to take me to, but I was fine with it... I was fine with it if it meant that I wouldn't have to spot his disgusting face again....

While I was staring off into space, I heard the sound of the starting of the conveyor belt. It seemed that the bags were about to come. I calmly waited for my bag, until I saw other people ahead in line picking up other people's bags to check if it was theirs'. I didn't trust anyone. So, I decided to squeeze in front of the line so i could claim my bag before other people could touch it, but when I reached in front of the line, I saw that my only bag had made it past me.... I waited for the bag to come back again and hence lost more amount of time in doing so.

After claiming my bag, I tried finding the signboard for the exit. But I didn't want to look stupid after the baggage claim incident, so, I decided to find the signboard while walking towards the place other people were walking after claiming their baggage. I honestly hated doing that at that time. As a prideful and prodigal loner, I hated relying on people. I believed in the philosophy of the self-accountable and self-reliant. Well, but still, after I managed to find the signboard, I decided to take a slight detour so I could buy something to eat, and coincidentally (I think that the God of Food was talking my side) there was a KFC store where I stopped.

I ordered for a chicken popcorn and a grilled chicken rice bowl (My favourite combination) and made my way towards the exit.

I found the exit and exited the airport. I don't know if it was because of the sudden change of temperature between the inside and the outside, but I remember inadvertently flinching in front of the exit gate as the automatic door opened with a click. Who am I kidding... It was due to uncertainty.... Uncertainty of what was to come. Anyways, I came back to my senses when the guard standing in front of the gate tapped my shoulder.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Oh, yeah, I am excellent! I was just remembering if I had left anything behind at the airport."

I am pretty sure that you could guess the facts behind me when you analysed our conversation. It wasn't as if I couldn't have a conversation with people, it was just that it used to tire me out. Acting childishly hyperactive wasn't something which I liked, but there were situations in which I had to act that way.