The word 'Terminal' reminds me of Tom Hanks and his long, unplanned stay at the airport... Yes, the movie, The Terminal.
The prompt, Terminal of Write Tribe Problogger challenge had me instantly thinking of the movie.
Because the movie ends on a positive note, much of the anxiety that I had felt during the movie drained off.
That is why I love my movies (and books) to have happy endings. Tragic stories, and even more so, the ones with cliffhanger endings have me restless. The duration of the restlessness depends on how much I loved the story in question.
Back to The Terminal...
The man is without country. When I watched the movie for the first time, I thought of my grandfather telling about his experience as a refugee after the partition.
The anger was obvious in his words, even decades after the experience - "We were refugees in our own country".
What is it like to be without country, without home, without a place to go back to at night...
Another instance when I close my eyes and say a quick thanks to God, to universe.
When I wrote the first 'Count Your Blessings' post on my blog, it was because I was feeling grateful. And feeling a little guilty about feeling so.
It was about consciously putting into words the many blessings of life.
The problem I am facing now is that almost anything I start writing about ends up being a 'Count Your Blessings' post. Not how I planned it, but I am not complaining.
Count Your Blessings...
#1 The Luxury to Mourn
#2 Pattern of our Choosing
#3 The simple times