Trails from the Himalaya
As the plane took off from the runway, I started to have my palms wet as usual…yes, it always happens despite a decade of me taking flights. and me and my fear of heights always remain…but it is very strange that some things just don’t change in a flight journey… there is this husky voice coming out of nowhere just when you thought all is well at 30000 feet above…saying…this you your captain speaking and we are now entering into a area of turbulence…..Man!! who made this guy a captain..if he knows very well he is entering into the turbulence weather..why the fuck does he enter..can’t he take a slight detour to avoid those clouds…and just then, as soon as I would have convinced my heart to stop racing and would have slept to avoid anything that scares me, the sexy airhostess will always wake you up..tell you to open the window shades, fold the tray table, sit upright and put your seat belts…as if I am going to miss out watching something spectacular in the sky when the plane starts s