A Good Journey

When I flew to Krabi I sat at a window seat. As the plane lifted off the runway in Spore I stared at the dwindling air terminal, roads and structures. Looking at the city from above and flying off gave me a flashback. I recalled the time I flew out of New York after accompaying my daughter for her college orientation. Looking down as the city dwindled below a tinge of sadness and the thought of "I'm leaving my baby behind on her own " surged within me.

In yet another flash I imagined how my younger brother who passed away recently would have felt leaving his loved ones behind. Tears welled up my eyes.

As the plane flew over Johor I stared down at plantations and some new terrains which intrigued me. My eyes dried as I pondered over which part of Johor that could be. All of a sudden a thought came to mind that similarly my brother could be feeling just as intrigued moving into another new world. His tears too would have vanished as the new world absorbed him.

As the plane was descending into Krabi I saw a rainbow 3 times (can you beat it 3x). This was also the first time I looked down at rainbows which floated over hills and clouds. My face lightened into a broad smile.

"Surely goodness and mercy will follow him in all the days of his life"