Sixteen hours later my flight lands into Newark at 5.00 am in the morning. The day I lost going to India due to time zones is returned to me. I reach into my backpack and root around for my mobile phone. It is four in the morning in Minnesota but both Mom and Massi asked me to call them when I landed.
"Hello?" comes Mom's very groggy voice. "Hey Mom! Sorry to wake you..." "No, no, I told you to call. Are in New York?" she asks. "Close enough - we just landed. I am still in my seat," I explain. "Oh I see - did you have a good time with my sister?" she asks. "Yep. I have to call her too..." I reply, but not now I am not emotionally ready to hear her voice at this time and know she is so far, far away. That I now only have memories, I can't reach across the table and touch her hand - that time is gone. "Where is Daddy?" Mom asks. "His flight stopped in Amsterdam so I think he is just leaving Europe, for the States," I reply.
We hang up, I collect my huge suitcases, find my car service and am transported back to Manhattan.I get into my apartment, one giant suitcase at a time. I reach for the land line and call Massi. "Hello?" comes her voice. "Massi! I made it back completely fine," I say. I am trying to sound excited. "Very good," she says and sighs. "I am missing you so much mera beta I cannot tell you....so quiet, so lonely..." her voice fades away and tears come to my eyes. "I know Massi,"I reply. "I am missing you too."
I am so glad that I I have jet lag. I can go to sleep and not deal with lies ahead of me today. For now, it is only sleep that will comfort me.