I live near the airport and so my life is punctuated by the roar of jet planes either taking off or landing. At times, when my mind is not preoccupied, the sound brings to me mixed feelings of happiness and sorrow. I think some loved ones of unknown fellow beings are arriving and some are leaving. I empathize with those unknown millions who stand at airports, railway stations and bus stops either in the pleasant anticipation of a member of family or close friend arriving or the concealed sorrow of watching them go. I have been through this roller coaster of emotions myself through my life so far.