The Flight landed!
Everyone got up & rushed to move out of the flight, they stood for a long time, till the doors opened.
If I were a child on my first flight I would have thought , maybe the plane will take us away if we don’t get off quickly or the plane is on fire.
I was the last to get off the flight.
It was a nice walk with no crowd.
I met many of them in the bus that took us to the terminal.
I met a few others in the restroom.
As I reached the baggage belt I saw many there.
My bag was waiting, as I picked the bag & walked, I met many others on the way.
As I reached the cab pickup point I saw a few from my flight waiting there, I recognised one of them was from the first few rows as the mind remembers those ahead of you:)
Which made me wonder – why do we have to rush?
Why do we have to follow the crowd?
Where are we running to?
P.S: Maybe this is what everyone calls the rat race, running away to nowhere faster than others.