ThE DaY i FleW

Seated there, drenched in anticipation, I waited with baited breath on my seat - 22F, looking over the window for some signs of movement. But for the next ten minutes , none came except for the silky voices of the flight attendants, expressing their supposed euphoria at having us on board their plane.


Slowly and steadily, much more like a huge reptile than a bird, the plane started to shudder, a giant waking up from a long stretch of hibernation.For the next 15 minutes or so, it moved a around a bit, sensing, sniffing its territory from apparent dangers from other creatures in the form of rival airlines, gently stretching its wings all the while.


After being assured that no such dangers prevailed, us bugs were asked to tighten our hold onto the creature as it started to roar, rearing to go into battle.The engines powered on and i could literally feel the horse power cursing through my veins, igniting me. With a sudden jerk it moved forward with full blast, making us hold on for dear life.

I could almost taste my Adam's apple as the creature started to transcend angularly, its wings flailing outside my window.
It seemed as if it was gulping the fresh air, the wind acting like cold water, removing the after effects of a long slumber.

Finally it seemed to have reached familiar territory, stabilizing its flight cutting smoothly through the clouds like an eel in water. Gliding, sailing, playing with wind around, it seemed to have suddenly lost its scary demeanor.


Coming back to reality, i opened my eyes and looked through the window and was taken aback by the beautiful sky that awaited me.
no wonder birds are so tasty, i mean who wouldn't be if they could experience such peace and beauty for a major part of the day.

The sky seemed even better than what they show in the movies. There were various layers to it, each a slightly different shade of sparkling blue. Bright indigo blended into sparkling violet, violet into moist turquoise, the turquoise into sky blue. All seemed to fuse perfectly into the other, shining sharply, with the help of small mirror like clouds of various shape and sizes flying like magical carpets.


The sun seemed to be stimulating the beauty further by gently simmering the whole minty cool expanse dressing it with a moist golden glow.

Tearing my eyes away from the window portal i looked at the interesting fauna around me. A couple of kids were jumping up and down, mad with glee while their parents tried to calm them down, to no avail. The cello fin-wrapped air hostesses kept running to and fro fetching people whatever they needed, while a group of very stern looking Japanese businessmen discussed some seemingly serious business matter in an even more serious tone.

A couple of love birds, perhaps on their honeymoon, snuggled in one corner, oblivious of the bird or its flight, content with their warm confetti filled love bonds.

I snorted, looking to the window again, where the cloud army had increased its numbers many times. They seemed to be like white cotton candy trees growing on a vast expanse of some blue oceanic farm.

Once in a while we came across an evil looking black cloud. It seemed like a flat layer of oil-slick in the ocean. How the clear ocean water, on being evaporated, manages to turn priestly white clouds black, continues to baffle me. Perhaps it is just like what happens back on land, how saintly people tend to turn vile when soaked with power and fame.

One thing that felt weird though was the speed with which our creature was carrying us. It seemed to be crawling through the sky rather than flying through it, or so the clouds all around made it seem.

Escalating further, we actually caught a glimpse of the moon! at 9:30 in the freaking morning! This is was something really strange as i had no previous knowledge of heavenly bodies suffering from jet lags.

Slowly it started swooping lower and lower, as if encircling its prey, preparing to land. it seemed to dive right into the clouds. it felt like we were being pushed into huge pristine puffs of hookah smoke.
the twangs and pangs felt in one's stomach during landing are quite similar to that felt while on a swing.

The sudden jerk, the gush of wind, the whoosh of speed, the bird perched its feet on the ground in an almost orgasmic manner and finally came to a stop, lazily moving around, readying its bed for another quite sleep before it would be asked to fly again.