Not a dream

For about 1 year I had traveled to office in a private van. The van used to cut across this place every day morning. Every day, when the van passes this place I used to watch the place with a sense of desperation.Even before the van reaches the place, I will look for it. I will position myself so that I get a good view of the place. Not an exaggeration.I haven’t missed watching this place even for a day.Every day after crossing this place, I tell myself that I shouldn’t be looking at it tomm. But the next day, I would get ready to watch that place.Are you wondering what that place is? It is the the US Embassy.I have always seen that place with a long queue of well-groomed and smart crowd.Everytime I saw that queue , I yearned for it and forgot.

On 12^th November,2009 at 9.30 am I was standing in that QUEUE. Stood for one full hour. My interview was at 10.30 am. Got inside the embassy at exactly about 10.25 am. Got the papers checked. At about 10.50 am , had an interview with a tall white. We had just a 5 min conversation. At the end of it, he said ‘I am going to approve your VISA’. I gave him a smile and said thanks and walked away.

When I came out of the place at about 11, I saw nobody but Nats. He was waiting there from 9.30. I saw the anxiety on his face. When I told him its done, I found him more happy than I was. hmm..a good husband!!!:)

Was it a dream…No it happened. It just happened. Everything was quick.More than going to US, this experience was something that I was wanting….that I would cherish.

I hope I will come through the whole thing successfully.

Cya,

J