Airport terminals are a grim reminder of the transient nature of life. The walls and escalators could tell a thousand stories everyday. Of the lover who cannot wait to re-unite with their beloved. Of the businessman who is not too sure his doors will still be open next week if this one deal does not materialize. Of the family going on that much anticipated vacation. Stories that are a stark reminder that life is a series of entries and exits. That we come. And then we go. That we are born. And then we die. But that what happens in-between is this thing called life. So next time you find yourself at a bus stop, in a terminal or at a rest-stop, how about you smile and extend your hand to the stranger standing next to you? Their story will amaze you. A year ago today, someone did. Exhausted to the bone, I was snailing my way home from a business trip; a round-robin six weeks of travel. I had been in transit for 22 straight hours, with another 6 hours to go. And Kasim Sodangi, this dear brother from Nigeria, has a story whose plot intertwines with mine. It will be interesting to see how this one ends.