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So, I hung up the red phone and went back to my waiting place. I almost avoided talking to the lady out of feeling of embarrassment. Strange yet true. Your mind doesn’t work when you haven’t slept for more than 36 hours and are hungry and dead-tired.

As I waited in the airport, the minutes dragged on like an eternity. Each passing moment felt like a battle between hope and uncertainty. Doubt clouded my mind; should I continue waiting, or should I take matters into my own hands? If so, how? The constant glances at the entrance, yearning for a familiar face, clashed with the nagging realization that time was slipping away, leaving me stranded in a state of aimless waiting.

Just as my patience wore thin and the sense of isolation grew overwhelming, a stroke of unexpected familiarity appeared in the form of Nilay (name changed for privacy), a friend from back home, who coincidentally came to pick up another friend arriving on a different flight. Spotting me amidst the crowd, he approached with a puzzled expression. “Mandar, what are you doing here?”

Relief flooded me at the sight of a familiar face. “Nilay! I’ve been waiting for someone from the Indian Student Association for hours. I just landed from India, and no one’s come to pick me up.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and concern creased his forehead. “Three hours? That’s quite a wait. Come on, let’s sort this out.” I quickly explained my situation, and the exorbitant taxi fare. Nilay’s presence, even if coincidental, brought a sense of comfort amidst the chaos and uncertainty.

Nilay chuckled, his tone a blend of reassurance and humor. “Well, Mandar, I hope you’re ready for a bit of a squeeze. My car is not exactly a limousine, more like a tin can on wheels. But if you’re up for it, I’m sure we can fit you in somehow.”

Grinning in response, I quipped back, “I don’t care if I have to ride on the roof; I just need to get out of this airport!” Laughter bubbled between us, momentarily lightening the weight of the situation. With a shared understanding that comfort might be compromised but the urgency to leave the airport prevailed, we headed towards his compact car.

As Nilay’s compact car became our temporary space puzzle, his friend, chuckled and quipped, “I hope you guys didn’t eat too many parathas for breakfast!” I laughed, trying to position myself amidst the bags and limbs. “I might need some yoga lessons after this!” Nilay, steering the car with a grin, chimed in, “This is the ultimate test of friendship, guys. Mandar, you’re earning your honorary ‘Compact Car Traveler’ badge today!”

With the radio blasting some upbeat tunes, we embarked on our adventure from Greenville to Clemson. Every turn of the road brought about a new strategy to avoid elbowing each other. “Watch out for the gear stick!” His friend exclaimed, followed by my desperate plea, “My foot is not the accelerator, I promise!”

The journey was a mix of laughter, jostling, and a shared sense of camaraderie. We made the most of the situation, turning what could have been an uncomfortable car ride into a memorable bonding experience, weaving through jokes and tales as the miles passed by.

As we finally approached Clemson, Nilay offered comforting words. “We’re all here for each other. The Indian Student Association is like a family away from home. And is run by students and sometimes things fall through the cracks so don’t let this one experience affect you. You are here now and one of us. Just pay it forward when you are able.”

In that moment, amidst the initial apprehension, I realized that unexpected delays could sometimes lead to unexpected gains. Despite the shaky start, I made it in. Yes, with a stroke of luck, but I made it in.

“Maybe what was a nerve-wracking arrival could be the beginning of an incredible journey. Only time will tell.” I wondered.

You might think with this ordeal, my first day was done and dusted. Not so soon, my friend. Continue reading to know what was in store for me next.

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