Aryan kept his eyes closed, listening to Sandhya's word. Truly a beautiful poetry can awaken one's soul and take them into the poem. Her words are tingling in his ears.

"Wonderful". Aryan says. He has never heard such a beautiful poetry. Truly the poems of past have no comparison. "It is". Sandhya comments back geniuly happy to hear the answer.

"I am Aryan". Aryan says extending his hand forward for a handshake. "I am Sandhya". She introduces herself and shakes Aryan hand as a sign of familiarity.

"Say Sandhya.....

For the rest of the flight, both of them stayed indulged in their conversation. The topics varied from poetry to arts then culture. Some references of films here and there also political discussions.

"We have been landed, the passengers are requested to unload their baggages and leave the aircraft. Attention everyone..." The mic goes on announcing. Finally Sandhya opens her eyes hearing the voice. She was in a deep slumber moments ago. Beside her Aryan is still napping with his eye mask on.

Sandhya stands up and picks up her bag from the carrier. "Aryan.. Aryan... Aryan" she calls him, in hope of waking him up. "Hmmmm". Aryan stretches in his sleep being totally tired. "We have landed in LA". Hearing Sandhya's words Aryan open his eye mask and looks around.

It is indeed true one cannot keep the track of time when in kept of good company. Aryan's heart is still not satiated. He wants to be with Sandhya more. Aryan turns his head around to talk before finding that Sandhya is not there.

"Sir, please deplane". The air hostess says to him. Aryan sits alone in disappointment.

The airport is crowded with people. Some peoples are standing in the terminal, holding plaques. Some are giving a heartfelt goodbye hug to their loved ones. In short, the airport is crammed with many people's coming and going.

Sandhya stands near the baggage carousel, nervously waiting for her suitcases. On the outside she looks normal but internally she is panicking of picking a wrong bag and accused of smuggling, or losing her baggage. What can one say, She is just a girl.

Spotting her luggage, she finds herself momentarily struggling with it. Damn it ! Her mother has packed her whole home in it. Still it is surprising that most of her things are not confiscated in the customs.

Dragging it outside, Sandhya starts to look around for a cab to haul. This is her first time in USA. Sandhya has been accepted in the department of Biomedical engineering
Of University of Southern California.

I hope everything goes well. Sandhya thought and sits inside an upcoming cab.

Aryan is running in the lobby with his luggage around. After Sandhya left, he realized how awfully late he is. A driver was suppose to pick him up from the airport, who was arranged by his father. "Aryan sir, here". The driver spoke up and becokned Aryan in his direction.

Taking his suitcase, he started to load Aryan's luggage in the trunk. Aryan sits inside the maserati and contemplates about his student life.