This is the start of a series that I wish to call Andhra to Amrika…
I am not someone who writes down everything in a diary.Maintaining a travelogue, remembering dates and saving my first ticket, 🙂 thatz no me.
The first time I was sitting alone in the airport lounge waiting for the flight, I thought may be I would be flooded with the anxiety of leaving the country and going. 😀
Nothing of that sort happened. I was rather more relaxed.What other feelings would a person going to the US for a month of vacation have.
All the 25 hours of flying was neither tiring nor exciting except that I got to watch too many movies to watch.This was when I was again learning another lesson for life.
NEVER DETEST ANYTHING IN LIFE TOO MUCH. I ALWAYS HATED WATCHING MOVIES.
Unless I was bored of working or doing everything else on this earth I watched movies. And here I was stuck with a monitor in front of me for 25 hours to do nothing but stare at them.
But the minute I land here in “the” US of A, I feel the difference. How everything is IN order.Everything is so disgustingly in order that I feel freaked out….