| I recalled my first flight as a teenager leaving one | | | | leave London in the late afternoon flying west ward |
| country for another to continue my education. The | | | | toward New York, you would experience a prolonged |
| excitement of foreign adventures was mixed with the | | | | twilight period. It's as if you were racing after the sun, |
| sadness of leaving my family. As the plane took off | | | | never quite catching up as it drops into its nest in the |
| and the northern coast of South America dropped | | | | west, leaving you to sleep or gaze hypnotically in its |
| below the horizon, I remember brushing a small tear off | | | | spell. Another yawn as I glanced again at the clouds. |
| my cheek, yet smiling at the glorious possibilities of | | | | There weren't many of them, but they appeared to |
| exploring a new, fascinating and sometimes frightening | | | | come to life changing shapes and evolving into new, |
| world. It would be years before I would see my family | | | | intriguing forms, ever so slowly, ever so peacefully as |
| again. I don't sleep much on airplanes and I read very | | | | we sailed overhead.Here was one that resembled a |
| little when up in the air. High above the clouds | | | | giraffe,long neck, spots and all stood out against the |
| enveloped in this meditative environment, I much prefer | | | | pale blue sky. And over there, another cloud took the |
| to reflect on the nature of reality, to philosophize and | | | | shape of an acacia tree,complimenting the giraffe on |
| luxuriate alone in my thoughts. Today was no different | | | | the African landscape. Lower and somewhat farther |
| as I reflected on the past week. Indeed it was a | | | | to my right was one shaped like a car - a Volkswagen |
| grueling one. My body's bio-clock was indecisively | | | | beetle no less. |
| choosing among time zones across three continents, | | | | Lecturer, entrepreneur and MBA business consultant, |
| but my mind, at ease on an uncrowded flight, was | | | | John Harricharan is the author of the award-winning |
| drifting among the clouds of yesterday and tomorrow. | | | | book, "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat. |
| Yawning, I glanced through the window again. If you | | | | |