I was inside Air France Flight. It was an A-340 and was jam packed.
Mine was a window seat, near the emergency exit. I was still a virgin for air travel and aircraft interiors, so it was a feast to the eyes...
Still... my eyes were on prawl for something... ;)
I'd heard of the promiscuous, romantic, dazzling french girls. So had big expectations on the air hostesses.Fate.. itseemed... wasn't on my side. The air hostesses seemed so old, dull and lifeless... This was a real dissapointment...
Then came the moment.... Bewildered i was to realise how much thrust the jet engines could provide...
The huge aircraft was jerked forward with a sudden gush.. I was seconds away from leaving Indian soil for 6 long months...
Then it happened.... The plane took off. I was indeed flying...
I watched the street lamps grow smaller with time... appear as stars and finally fade out.... the city was dead asleep. Somewhere below my parents were trying hard to sleep, with the agony of missing their son having struck deep into their gentle hearts.
Needless to say, i was pretty much amused and enjoyed my maiden air travel.
0830 HRS.
We landed at Paris. The city of dreams, the fashion capital and the most romantic city of the world..
The feeling was great... the soil i set foot after Indian was of Paris.. Somehow.. the thought was captivating.
The weather was chill... so were my insides. There were hundreds of people around, but ई felt so very deserted.
My colleagues were the saviours. It was a nice blend we made... the pack of three
One... completely excited, lively and energetic.
Another..... so sober, matured, thoughtful. Knowing exactly what to do.
Me... Still groping with overcoming my subtle homesickness. Not knowing how to portray my emotions.
1130 HRS:
Flight to Hannover from Paris was great. It was a small craft... aided with turbulence... gave us a real bumpy ride.
Fortunately... nothing unexpected happened. Atleast... it seemed that way as we hadn't expected anything in first place.
Our baggages arrived in time. We hired a taxi for Hildesheim. Boraded it. Set off.
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