The airport transit area- a familiar setting for me. I am a frequent flyer. My job requires me to go out of town at least once every week. It may sound tedious but I really do enjoy travelling and especially flying. There is something about being so high in the sky that gives me a thrilling joy. The wait in the transit area can get pretty long. But I have learnt to while away time by conversing with passengers. I have met and talked to many-a-character over the years. But none who were like him.
It had been a couple of years back. I saw him sitting alone, quite away from the crowd. He was looking at the floor the entire time seeming to be deep in thought. From his appearance he seemed like a man not from my own country, but then again the world has shrunk, so I did not know that for sure. But I did know that he seemed to be deep in thought. Something was clearly bothering him. I decided to go sit next to him. Now, quite-a-few people have said that I am nosy and don’t mind my own business. I beg to differ- I like to know about the other businessmen out there. So, I decided to strike a conversation with this troubled soul.
‘Hey. That’s a nice watch you have there.’
I decided to push on-
‘I couldn’t help but notice something seems to be bothering you. Is it so? ‘
He looked at me with eyes full of gloom.
‘Yes. Something is bothering me. The wrath of God looms over me. I have done a horrendous thing. I do not think there is any salvation possible for me. No forgiveness. ‘
I was taken aback. The sudden outburst of sorrow instantly kicked in my damage-control instincts. I started consoling him.
‘Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure God almighty will forgive you. I do not think that you will be judged so harshly. God loves everyone.’
He said, looking down to the floor again-
‘No, after what I have done, all love will be lost for me. I repent my deeds.’
I was about to say more to him but a sudden increase in the television’s volume interrupted me. I turned my attention to the TV. A breaking-news was flashing on the screen-
“St. Mary High School Bombed. 495 killed.”
After looking at the dreadful images flashing on screen, a mixture of sorrow and rage filled me. I turned towards him and said-
‘Terrorists. They are truly pieces of shit who don’t deserve to live.’
Without giving me a glance, he said to me in a soft voice-
‘Yes. I know.’
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