Journey To US

Journey to US..
One more stepping stone in my life..
My journey to US is dedicated to my husband for all his attempts to move a shy girl of a remote village of India to the most powerful country of world where everybody has a dream to land in.
I will not call it “A dream came true”, because to be in US was beyond all my dreams. It’s all due to my husband for his vision to show his wife to the entire world as “Different than others”. He is more of a guide to me than a husband. I always used to pray Lord Gopal not to give me anything but just to guide me with His unseen hands. It might be the reason why He gifted me a wonderful friend to guide me in all phases of life.
It all started when he told me to ask for an onsite opportunity in office. Till that time, I did not know that I would be eligible to go to onsite. I was not confident enough to show my own calibers. Still it worked. I was given the opportunity and the process started officially.
Though it was due to my own mistake, the processing path was not easy for me. I lost my passport due to my own ignorance. But the struggle was ultimate to get a duplicate passport. I admit that I got it done without any external help. But my husband was like a wonderful power behind me to get it done. He never gave a word of sympathy or a word of love. But his encouragement to walk alone had given me all the strength. He used to show everything in action. Unlike rest, I never got any luxurious gift, but his constant support had made me so weak without him. At times I failed to rise to his level of thoughts. I blamed him. I scolded him. I used harsh words for him. It was just to hear a word of sympathy from him. Wanted to hear a word of love. And ironically, he was tougher. This used to again remind me that I am wife of a unique personality. I again used to stand to walk alone for the next event. At last after a struggle of four and half a month, I got my passport. Till that time, all my happiness to get it had vanished.
My onsite trip was getting confirmed. Day by day, I was getting nervous. My dear husband was getting silent. The silence was terrific. He was so distressed that I was not able to face him. In that silence, he did everything for me starting from the shopping till the tips to reach at onsite and on American life style. I wanted him to tell something from his heart. But he was silent. He hardly used to break his emotions.
Nothing was enough. Just before a fortnight of my onsite travel, our nephew accidentally got into a mild brain hemorrhage. He spent time in hospital. We did not have time to talk and not even to finish up my preparation for the trip. I was also worried and concerned. But harsh truth was at times I was becoming selfish too to spend a bit of time with my husband from whom I was departing in some countable days. My husband had no time for himself. He did whatever he could.
I was just observing a person sacrificing his happiness and life for everybody. My respect for him was rising to peak. Yes, he deserved a lot too.
He was scattered with sorrows. And he broke his emotions admitting that he would not be able to live alone. It was the weakest moment for me.
We were packed up with events. We had to attend my brother’s marriage. It was just before four days of my scheduled trip. I did not have any interest to leave everything and come to US alone.. I was feeling weak. My husband as ever, did everything. He packed my baggage too. Simultaneously he was a husband, a father and a master for me.
My journey started on the scheduled date. I had cried for whole of the day. The departure was tough for me. It was tougher for him. He had gone silent. I left him. I could not look into his eyes. It was so painful. He was standing at the gate for an hour after I left. Later he had called up everybody he could to take care of me.
It was time for me to start life alone. I do not have anything to contact him too. I started my first flight journey to Frankfurt. Everything was new for me… The rules of flight, communicating with people and the whole path. I saw every co-passenger around me had their spouses and kids. I am the only single passenger. I was missing my husband. I could not eat anything even. Finally I landed in Frankfurt. It was freezing there. There was snowfall outside. It was a new experience for me. I started for my next flight. I had to search for the gate where I was supposed to catch my next flight. It took almost two hours for me. I was seeing the big airport for the first time. Still there was three hours in my hand to rest. I searched for a communicating device to convey I had reached in Frankfurt. However I saw both internet and phone needed Euros and I did not have it. As already suggested by my husband, I asked a person to know how to use wi-fi facility. He was an Indian, but was too arrogant. It was not helpful. I stopped trying and took rest. At the scheduled time, I took flight for Denver. There I met a co-passenger from Germany. She was crying. I again felt crying. I talked to her. The journey was better. I landed in US. Again there were formalities. I was again asked the same question with strange eyes. So you are going to live away from your husband for a year. It was a big yes from my side. But I asked to myself “how”. Anyways I was in hurry to take my flight to Phoenix. I caught the flight just before six minutes. After two hours, I reached at my destination. My teammates were waiting for me. I talked to my husband after 34 hours. He felt so relaxed.
I saw US life style. My new life started at that moment. In that night, I went to Walmart to buy beddings. I went to throw garbage after I reached in house. It was time to rest then. I called up Bapa from my roommate’s free phone. He cried as I talked to him. He told me the story when I was an infant of seven days. Everybody thought I was dead and were preparing for my funeral. Luckily I was not. And now that girl was in US!! Yes, it was journey of a girl from the remote village to America.
Everything is settled. Now I do not have anything to give to my dearest husband who was the driving force behind all these. He is alone and distressed. I pray to Lord Gopal to be with him and give him all strength.
Life will go on!!!