Waiting...

A few weeks ago, I came across a book titled 'Writer’s Block'. Flipping through a random page, I stumbled upon a striking image: the word 'Waiting' on the left, accompanied by a black silhouette of a woman on the right.

This image sparked a cascade of thoughts. I found myself pondering the numerous places where we find ourselves in a state of waiting: standing in queues at public places, hailing a cab, waiting for our order at a restaurant, awaiting our turn at the airport baggage claim, checking out items at the grocery store, traffic jams, waiting for the elevator to arrive, and countless other scenarios.

To be able to write this blog, I thought I should add a flavour of the different dimensions of ‘waiting’ and relate it to the object we see while we are in that state of waiting. This gave me the idea to combine the wait for one’s luggage on the airport belt with what would the owner of that bag might be waiting for.

I see a rugged rucksack equipped with all necessary items, patiently awaiting the remarkable adventures that lie ahead. It anticipates the exhilaration of conquering a mountain's summit, the tranquility found by dipping one's feet into a chilly stream, or the profound contentment of laying on lush green grass while gentle zephyrs caress the surroundings.

I see a carton with a fragile note stuck on it, piquing my curiosity about its contents. Perhaps nestled within are delicate crockery, cherished photo frames, and exquisite artifacts waiting to adorn their new home. All the efforts and unwavering determination has culminated in the realisation of a cherished dream: owning a house.

I see a trolley bag eagerly waiting to go home. The act of being away from home is no small feat. It requires courage and resilience to pursue one’s dreams while being away from loved ones. Waiting to go home is a poignant expression of the human longing for familiarity, comfort, and connection. For those who find themselves in such a situation, every journey back home is special. And, this trolley bag is the silent companion of the nostalgic emotions, reminding us of the sacrifices we make while upholding the bonds that matter most.

I see an old suitcase. Somewhat dilapidated with faded corners, but still sturdy and firm. This suitcase has journeyed through different stages in life, witnessing the good, the bad, and the ugly. It has navigated through dark tunnels and rejoiced as they opened-up to brighter paths. It waits in contemplation, reflecting on the myriad experiences and learnings gathered along its journey. And with the wisdom accumulated over time, it waits to impart its life lessons to future generations.

Amidst the bigger bags, I notice a small kid’s backpack. Though small in size, its vibrant colours radiate its childlike innocence. Eagerly, it anticipates returning to school after a long summer break, waiting to share delightful stories with friends. As it eagerly awaits the return to exciting carefree days, the surrounding bags gaze upon it with nostalgia, yearning for the chance to relive their own days of nonchalant innocence. 

One after the other these unclaimed baggage make the rounds on the conveyor belt, waiting to be claimed. Each waiting to reach its own destination by making its own unique journey.

Aren't we quite similar to these bags, dear readers? What are you waiting for?

All illustrations were made on Procreate.

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