It was much, much before correct time when I reached there. The place was no doubt, crowded than usual, borderlined by yellow-amber stripes; taxis. "Need a taxi?" was the usual call there. There were people who looked like baggages; there were baggages which looked like sniffer dogs, prying on the edge of each and every person's crouch, trying to find their way. I took out my mobile. It was half past midnight. The place was buzzing with faces, smiles, yawns, babbling young and old alikes. With ease, I found a book shop. After searching throughout the women's magazine for a hideous picture, I bought a Paolo Coelho and retreated to my seat. The unsatisfactory cleavages of the magazine made me yawn. I opened the Coelho. It was a priest preaching at an altar. I possibly couldn't have handled that at that time of the hour. Perhaps a cup of coffee would help, I thought as I paid the man 50 bucks( for a cup of coffee, thats horrendous!) and sat down with a paper cup of instant coffee. I went back to the book shop and without much thinking bought a thriller that I saw at first sight. It was some "Dark of the Moon" by some John Sanford. when I opened the book, It was 3 "o" clock in the morning. People have started to stand near the counters, some for reservations, some for just talking with beautifully dressed girls. I laid back and closed my eyes and opened them. The place was covered with glass, from where hung moving heads, and par lights. A sure starry starry night ambience! A cool breeze was blowing and as I closed my eyes and imagined myself at home in bed, it felt like I was floating...flying to each and every corner of the place; I could even smell the places...
When I woke up, I was up at my heels. It was late. I ran as fast as I could, did all the formalities, paid taxes, and dissapeared into the vestibule. Soon the white door appeared. I walked cautiously, for the first time. I touched the white door. It felt like I was in a film that I had seen a number of times. I walked on the red carpet and sat down on the alloted place. I closed my eyes and opened them in nervousness. I took out my phone; I still had a faint signal. Shall I call up my best friend that I love him? Shall I call my brother also? what will happen if I die? Will it a horrific one? Shall I run for my life, when I still have the time? I looked around to see a gay crowd.
For a moment I wanted to get out, but I was unable to stand. A lady had approached me and I did as I was told. I shook with horror as I found myself shaking; a lot. My ears became deaf with a droning sound and an excruciating pain made me press my ears hard against my palms. I looked out. I was tossed into mid air, like a prey just snatched by an eagle; I was with the clouds. as the pain receded, I took out my phone and took this picture. I flew for the first time from Hyderabad Airport.
