And so....it begins. In search of love.

After a hectic day of first finding out that my flight was a day earlier than what i initially thought (i thought it 1155 when it was actually 0055), i was soon on my way. 3 flights, 2 stops, 1 final destination, many miles. Different people, different languages.

Among the alien languages to me, i understand but one; the language of love.

The irony isn't lost on me. I traverse far and long in search of love. And this journey across seas shows it's love to me. Lovingly perched beside a dubai-bound family with a crying kid in its ranks causing me short-term insomnia. They compensate by teaching me love for a child, and an impatient one at that, constantly reaching for her 'shrek' toy. Love in it's purest form of affectionn, care and hope for well-being. Families of various colour speak seperate tongues, and all convey love. The irony is that it is the very love that i craved, that i shall not yet find. But i will continue to search.