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Bilal Khan said:
Lost At The Airport ( Written by Bilal Khan)

It seemed a colony full of people of many acts and there were all kinds of people. There were announcements being made and I was just wondering whether I was in the real world or just fantasy. I was just perplexed and was inquisitive what the different buttons do at the checkout terminal. I was flabbergasted to see how the unidentified fixed machines (UFOs) used to detect whether there was any unsafe item present in the loads of junk.

All these acts mesmerized me and I just stood there wasting my time, wondering and wondering. Curiosity was a natural phenomenon to me as I was just a six year old youngster and it started tickling my mind. My dad suddenly wiped the clouds of curiosity and this was very heart-clenching for me.

I grabbed my backpack which was very heavy for me although it was just a piece of cake for any other person. I gasped in desire at the unknown things and walked away. I was the apple of my mother’s eye and was a “numero uno” for them.

So in a hurry, I forgot my small hand bag. I was just happy but had a slight feeling of grief of the numerous things left in the past. When I reached the exit door I realized what I had forgotten. My precious, essential paraphernalia (well for me it was). It was very agonizing for me and instinctively I ran back. My parents didn’t realize my absence and I let my emotions run away with me. When they arrived at the departure terminal they turned back and saw emptiness instead of me.

Meanwhile I was running like hell here and there trying to ease the fire which had kindled in my heart. But consider it my bad fate or inappropriate timing; the bag was simply not there. Now I felt my guilt and I was stranded alone, I sat there thinking what would happen next. I was not one of those kids who just started crying over spilled milk on being left alone, rather I planned what to do. I started wandering like a waif searching for shelter.

I was lost at the airport and my parents were most likely searching for me in depression. I was angry at my stupid fault and regretted it a lot. Finally, after sauntering around for nearly an hour, I took rest. In trepidation of being lost forever I couldn’t think straight. So I concluded that a good nap would result in proper evaluation of the scenario.

Now I was really petrified and just went near an airport pickup van. Fortunately, my parents were in it and on seeing them I started throwing tantrums. They embraced me in their loving arms and it felt as if I had seen a glimpse of paradise. We missed our flight but who cares. I was safe and sound and far away from the cruel fear of loneliness. From this incident I learned one thing that it’s more significant to remain patient than to be panicky in times of tumult.
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Awesome bro :)keep writing ...very good attempt ...i totally appreciate it ♥
 
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Bilal Khan said:
Lost At The Airport ( Written by Bilal Khan)

It seemed a colony full of people of many acts and there were all kinds of people. There were announcements being made and I was just wondering whether I was in the real world or just fantasy. I was just perplexed and was inquisitive what the different buttons do at the checkout terminal. I was flabbergasted to see how the unidentified fixed machines (UFOs) used to detect whether there was any unsafe item present in the loads of junk.

All these acts mesmerized me and I just stood there wasting my time, wondering and wondering. Curiosity was a natural phenomenon to me as I was just a six year old youngster and it started tickling my mind. My dad suddenly wiped the clouds of curiosity and this was very heart-clenching for me.

I grabbed my backpack which was very heavy for me although it was just a piece of cake for any other person. I gasped in desire at the unknown things and walked away. I was the apple of my mother’s eye and was a “numero uno” for them.

So in a hurry, I forgot my small hand bag. I was just happy but had a slight feeling of grief of the numerous things left in the past. When I reached the exit door I realized what I had forgotten. My precious, essential paraphernalia (well for me it was). It was very agonizing for me and instinctively I ran back. My parents didn’t realize my absence and I let my emotions run away with me. When they arrived at the departure terminal they turned back and saw emptiness instead of me.

Meanwhile I was running like hell here and there trying to ease the fire which had kindled in my heart. But consider it my bad fate or inappropriate timing; the bag was simply not there. Now I felt my guilt and I was stranded alone, I sat there thinking what would happen next. I was not one of those kids who just started crying over spilled milk on being left alone, rather I planned what to do. I started wandering like a waif searching for shelter.

I was lost at the airport and my parents were most likely searching for me in depression. I was angry at my stupid fault and regretted it a lot. Finally, after sauntering around for nearly an hour, I took rest. In trepidation of being lost forever I couldn’t think straight. So I concluded that a good nap would result in proper evaluation of the scenario.

Now I was really petrified and just went near an airport pickup van. Fortunately, my parents were in it and on seeing them I started throwing tantrums. They embraced me in their loving arms and it felt as if I had seen a glimpse of paradise. We missed our flight but who cares. I was safe and sound and far away from the cruel fear of loneliness. From this incident I learned one thing that it’s more significant to remain patient than to be panicky in times of tumult.
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