The Flight to London

I was on a trip to London with my friends Anu, Ritu and Meenal. We had our bags packed with loads of stuff – clothes, hats and shoes. We were very excited for this 2 week vacation. Since we all were working, it was quite difficult for each of us to be free at the same time. For the first time, after a very long time we got the time. The trip was planned by our common friend Nitu, who was earlier going to accompany us, but her grumpy boss did not approve her leave. My birthday was coming up soon and I’d gone crazy with the thought that it would be celebrated in London this year.

My parents, like any other parents, were continuously giving me instructions of keeping myself safe – do not talk to strangers, don’t take lifts from any of them, give me a call as soon as soon as you reach….. I thought my parents would stop treating me as a kid now. I was going to be 26 this year, mature enough to know all this. It would sometimes get annoying but I knew they were saying that for my good. Worried and at the same time happy, they bid me goodbye as I left for the airport.

After 3-4 hours, I found myself in the flight sitting beside Ritu, her phone in one hand and a magazine in the other. I loved the window seat a lot. It was like an entertainment on board for me. Unfortunately I could not get it this time. The airhostesses were on round giving passengers waters and other beverages.

I felt sleepy. Last night I could not get enough sleep since I was busy thinking about my adventures in London. I took out a neck cushion from my cabin bag and was asleep in less than a minute. “My friends would wake me up when it was time to eat” ,I felt. 

I don’t know after how long, but when I woke up I was in my bed at home, my parents standing around me singing, “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear sleepyhead! Happy Birthday to you!”