It was a long journey, rather very long journey. without realising I flied almost for twelve hours I stepped out of Indian Airlines plane just to feel the wet wind of London. With other meandering tourists I started walking towards the exit door by reluctantly observing the signs for way out. After collecting my baggage, I reached the meeting point of Heathrow airport eagerly looking for some recognisable face. All faces seem to me very grim and I could not find the face I was looking for. I walked towards the public telephone and telephoned my project mate, who already agreed to pick me up. After our brief talk my blood pressure seems to get normal as he confirmed he will be at the meeting point at any point of time.
I waited for another two minutes eagerly watching every face come in to meeting point to see the face which I recognise. At last a recognisable face fell on my eyes and the picture of it becomes bigger and bigger on my retina as he approached me. I was glad and my respect towards him grew even higher when he smiled at me and shake my hand welcoming me to London.
It was 12th of August and today I completed exactly one year of stay in united kingdom. I'm one year old to London and its population.
With this note, my outer voice proudly beamed and said 'Shabaash, Vinay'. 'Here come one more scapegoat' waived my inner voice simultaneously.
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