ANTICIPATION - BLOGCHATTER A2Z CHALLENGE

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March ended on an anticipatory note!

We were off to Johannesburg to be with our daughter P and son-in-love V and of course, our two little grandchildren, Zo and Sam.

With life having played a hyperactive part to delay our packing till the day before we left, there we were, chucking gifts and clothes, required (and unrequired) medicines and footwear into our boxes. 

The anticipation grew as we got into the cab to the airport. Of course, even if we had left things behind, there was very little we could actually do.

The excitement kept us both going till we got into the aircraft. Emirates got us in on time, but once there, there was a delay of more than an hour as they had to offload six passengers, and what was more painful, their pieces of luggage, which must have taken some doing, considering that they must have been ensconced deep alongside a multitude of suitcases and odd shaped parcels. 

The flight was uneventful, luckily, except for the fact that we were in two seats from which we could hear and see a rather giggly and high-spirited crew right in front of us. Of course, by the end of the flight, they had toned down, and I can well imagine how exhausted they were, considering that we ourselves were ready to hibernate, even through we were only sitting, eating and watching movies. 

Twelve hours over two flights, and we were at Johannesburg airport. Our exhaustion had taken wings and the moments at immigration and the luggage carousel seemed interminable.

As we walked out, our hearts were awash with joy and anticipation. The moment was at hand when we would catch a glimpse of our little ones.

There she was, our Zo, as she darted across like a little butterfly, through the milling crowd, a grin lighting up her face. Right behind was Sam in hot pursuit. Their hugs worked like magic to erase the exhaustion that had dogged us right through.


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P stood at a distance to capture the moments on her phone as V flexed his muscles in order to lift the luggage that we had tried to keep light, cross our hearts!

We were home, a home away from home, and it was time to let our hair down and live it up over the next sixty days. The joy and anticipation would continue, unabated! 


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Comments

  1. Arvind Passey4/01/2025 02:51:00 PM

    ...and you're right about a grandchild reaching the heart. Even we are in London these days with our grandson. Your post strikes a note that every grandparent knows and will agree.

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    1. deepti menon4/04/2025 10:56:00 PM

      It is such a joy to be a grandparent, Arvind. Do have the time of your life with your grandson. Thank you for your comment.

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  2. Deepika4/01/2025 04:47:00 PM

    So beautifully written as usual. I could feel the rush and the happiness, even the fatigue of travel. Do read my post as i am participating too. Looking forward to your comments

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    1. deepti menon4/04/2025 10:57:00 PM

      Thank you so much, Deepika. The happiness takes priority over everything else. I will look out for your posts as well.

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  3. Kalpana4/01/2025 09:14:00 PM

    The excitement of a granny to see her little ones!

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    1. deepti menon4/04/2025 10:58:00 PM

      Yes, indeed, Kalpana! The excitement and the happiness are indescribable.

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  4. A Rustic Mind4/02/2025 01:36:00 PM

    Looking forward o read more about your adventures and experiences at your home away from home. I could totally relate to V's muscle flexing at the baggage. Lol !

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    1. deepti menon4/04/2025 10:59:00 PM

      Manali, i look forward to writing 26 posts on my home away from home. Thank you for taking time out to read them, Manali. :)

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  5. Suchita4/02/2025 03:02:00 PM

    That was such a sweet write up. I can imagine because I'm off to meet my friend's son and the butterflies are now running riot in my stomach!

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    1. deepti menon4/04/2025 11:00:00 PM

      I am sure you are going to have a lovely time with your friend's son. There is nothing sweeter than meeting people you love to meet. Thank you for reading my posts, Suchita.

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  6. Rehana4/05/2025 09:03:00 AM

    Oh this is so relatable. I feel the same whenever I am about to meet my new born nephew. The last few months have been filled with such moments for me

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  7. Mayuri4/09/2025 01:30:00 PM

    Firstly, I am astounded that you are Grandma! Your pictures tell me that you don't look old old enough to be a Sasuma even! Having said that, this was such a sweet post to read! I wish you loads of fun during your stay there. Mayuri

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