It was the first time she had flown in a plane

It was the first time she had flown in a plane...

It was their inaugural journey from their far away home in Brussels to the land that had given them their joy and happiness...their daughter...

An old couple they were accompanied by their daughter and her husband and their five years old son...bound together by a relation, feelings...and love.

Her skin reflected a brown dusky tan...ours...so very contrasting from that of her parents and husband...

Tears ran down the wrinkled cheeks of the old frail lady as she hugged our girls...and reached out to the family of Ghar...as a human...as a mother...unfettered by colour or creed...

Was she recounting the moment when she had...for the first time...held a brown skinned baby in her arms from a faraway land?

40 years had gone by since that fateful flight to Italy...and her deboarding in the laps of her loving adoptive parents who had embraced her as their very own...their daughter...

It was the first time Gayatri had flown in a plane...she was six months old then...