A man pushes me from back. With his strong arms.
A lady twists and turns for Mousumi to find space.
An elderly gentleman winks and bows.
His lady smiles in mock gesture at her beloved’s childishness.
A newborn is lifted in its cradle to make way.
At Security, the stern Russian says ‘Not worry. We wait.’
An old lady moves her bag behind. To let Mousumi’s bag go ahead.
Humanity conspires to make us catch a flight that we are late for . It has started boarding. And Mousumi is visibly anxious.
I write from my seat in-flight.
May I return the gesture to a fellow human one day.