Mansi's+Story

Mansi's page **__ First night in India __**

“Are we there yet?” Mansi said. “No” her mom said, in annoyance, “only 15 more minutes, now will you shut up!” Mansi had been asking every 10 minutes now. She couldn’t wait to get out of the plane and into the mystic air of India. “Please fasten your seatbelts, we will be landing in a few minutes”, said the air hostess on the TV. “Yes, yes, yes”, exclaimed Mansi, as she pulled the other end of her seat belt, to tighten it. She felt the pressure in her ears. They were about to land on the runway. She felt the plane halt, it was like she gained 10 pounds! Mansi’s mom was now taking down all the luggage. Mansi and her sister grabbed their bags, and inched their way to the exit. Their mom rushed to catch up with them. The attendants were getting ready to open the exit. Mansi’s grandma’s warm and welcoming arms greeted them into the homeland. Mansi ran into her arms leaving everything behind. Mansi’s grandma’s arms had always been a second home to her. When ever she felt empty or lonely she would think about all the times she had with her grandma, and that would always cure her. Mansi’s grandma always smelled like water lilies with an aftertaste of Vanilla sponge cake. When the dandelion yellow taxi cab greeted them, they sat huddled together. Mansi fell sound asleep on her grandma’s wrinkly, but enticingly comforting shoulder. “Whoa”, Mansi and her sister exclaimed, they were at the entrance of Essel World, the most popular amusement park in Bombay! “What are we waiting for, let’s start,” said Mansi’s mom. “I want to go on that big, blue water slide,” said Mansi. “I want to go on the Merry Go Round” said Mansi’s sister. “Well let’s go on the one that comes first, OK,” said Mansi’s mom. “Oh, fine,” Mansi said, “ let’s ride the Merry Go Round. As her stay went on, she started to fill up with more memories, more reflections and more satisfactions. Only three ideas existed to her, first she was thrilled to be here, second, exited to stay, and lastly sad to leave. “Mansi, Mansi wake up,” said Mansi’s mom, “were home.” Home? Mansi thought to herself’ so this was only an arrival? Was she really dreaming? Seeing the bewildered look on Mansi’s face her mom told her that she had fallen fast asleep on the way home. Mansi laughed to herself, because she was happy, happy to be here. As the united family now ate their first meal together, they talked about each other’s lives. The good thing was that they were a family again, and the bad thing was that it was only going to last for two short months. Well Mansi didn’t want to think about that for a while naw. She wasn’t going to leave India empty, she was going to leave satisfied. But she was, she was sad to leave.