The lost child

Friday evening, sitting at the Bombay Airport, waiting to get back, after another week away from home. Multiple thoughts racing in my head, from the two meetings I missed, to the unfinished tasks of the week, to the fact that my maid is still missing, my dad’s toothache………. As I look abstractedly around me, I see nothing different – men and women, young, middle aged, old, all lost in their…