BreathTaking

It is said a well beginning is half done. Boarding the plane was nevertheless easy with series of scrutiny and quintessential formalities. Heart pounding with the luggage check in,what if it over weights the permissible kilograms,what if they found anything suspicious, what if they hold me back, all of a sudden i became optimistically pessimist. It was around 3 in the morning when i was done with the last phase of checking and my bags tagged with emirate airline. I went to the waiting lodge, took a seat, a corner one succumbed to uneasiness, retrospecting , millions of thoughts gushing. Well, that was not a time to restrain myself instead the time to cherish. I looked around there were singles, families, kids, mother rebuking their children , father fetching water, few enjoying the cushioned sofas, people coming going and the perfunctory announcements. Everything seemed so familiar but it was not the same. I was daunted by the seeming beauty of the interior,exquisite furniture , arts, chandeliers, cafes and every piece of it was perfect. So far everything was unblemished, and it was one of dreams that was going to be manifested.

I was hungry and thirsty too. Last night was full of anxiety and i skipped my dinner to control the very emotion. The long wait of silence and nap was finally broken by the boarding announcement  for my flight. That step forward which will be imprinted throughout my life, the unimaginable truth of my life which was just a dream minutes back. A warm welcome from the crew members, the tangible business class which so far i have watched on internet and the economy class where i was supposed to be seated. There were people looking for their seats and among them i was there who will be sharing this amazing journey with them mostly passively as co passengers except the few who will be seating adjacent to me and the flight attendants who will be taking care of our comfort. Just in sometime the plane finally took off giving us the thrust and little bit of nausea. I could see the juggling lights, the creeks of Arabian sea where a city which never sleeps dwells and she was out of sight in no time. It was all dark outside clueless of the vector in which the plane was heading though the monitor displayed the destination in miles and it''s trajectory. That was not it....