The year is 1990 and I am only one and a half years old. We are at the Indira Gandhi International Airport. But I am crying. I am annoyed with the strange gathering of people everywhere. There are odd sounds coming from far and wide, and pleasantly mixing with the swelling ambience. I looked at my mom; she was in a hurry and didn’t entertain me much with the baby talks. But I realized the urgency of the situation perfectly. I tried to divert my mind to something else, but the strange happenings around me didn’t quite help me in doing that!
“The flight is scheduled to take off at 11.30 am” dad spoke out, still struggling with the luggage and the babies, which were my brother and me!
“Okay, but how long will it take to reach Srinagar from here?” my mother asked.
She offered her hand to me, and I happily took her fingers and started playing with them.
“Hmmm…just about an hour and half or so,” he browsed through the brochure “if there is no delay.”
“Wake up darling…its time to get down from the plane” my mother picked me up from my busy sleepy position. I looked around. And then again went back to my happy dream.
“Okay you go on sleeping; only we will enjoy the beautiful scenery outside.” I heard my mother whisper in my ear “how can you sleep so much? You slept away the whole journey!”
I opened my eyes once more. I could see the blue mountains at a distance and I realized that it was a bit cooler out there.
“umm maam…heee…beee” was all that I could utter happily as my mother carried me down the aircraft. I saw a beautiful woman pulling my cheek on the stairs of the craft saying “bye bye, hope you enjoyed the flight” in a weird tone, which seemed baby talk to me! I carelessly smiled at her in return with my almost bare gums.
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2 comments:
Such a cute intro.. hope the rest of the chapters of your prose work as as sweet... keep writing!
really grt........
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