My Story:Tripurti
Part 4
Just nice for the check-in, not late at this hours.Thanks to the information TV right opposite to the check-in counter. My stomach started to grumble as I snapped the smell of the frying chicken just close to where I stand. My past experience of missing the flights shoved me hard to check in quickly, then shall plan for my breakfast. Early morning flight promises less stress including check-in queue. Done with the check-in and custom inspection. Walked past few food shops to hunt for light breakfast before getting into the plane, my hand-carry are even lighter as I have dumped my luggage. Hopefully, the aeroplane food will be good enough to fulfil my early morning starvation.
"Good morning madam, we have sandwiches, bread, cakes and beverages. Would you like to have it?" a Malay lady with red cap and apron approached me as if she heard my mind voice.
"Yes, sure! "Immediately let my feet into her shop. Relishing a brewed coffee with brownies in the background of Madonna's oldies, Vogue in the early hours of the day is a mere blessing. Glimpses of people walking to their place, drowning to sleep at the airport benches, shopping in the duty-free shops and kids running over their parents are some of the scenes that caught my attention while tramping to my departure gate. Yeah, I fulfilled 20 minutes of morning exercise by walking to the boarding gate, a good 2-kilometre walk. Few passengers are already wandering at the waiting area with a hot coffee and just being too ready to sprint once announced."May I have your attention please, all passengers travelling by Air Asia flight QD730 from KLIA to India are requested to board the aircraft from Gate 11,"just about dozing off when announcement made. Finally, into the plane after the ticket check.
Flying is not a new business to me but not hassle less either. The security and customs check often pumps up my anxiety. My colleague often terms it hodophobia , fear of flying in height. Certainly, I'm not afraid of flying but the process prior to flying kicks up my fear. The warm welcome from the air stewardess soothe the anxiety as I enter into the plane and they were kind enough to show my seat close to the window. I often gravitate to the window seat to enjoy the clouds while flying high and land or sea while landing. A middle-aged lady approached the seat next to me with an infant followed by an elderly aunty. Offered her help to hold her baby while she adjusts her seat, looks like she preparing herself to breastfeed."Hi, i'm Sharma and your good name please."She replied"I Nabeen and this is my mom, Shabeen".
"Nice to meet you both," the mother wasn't too generous with a smile as her daughter does. Even Nabeen's daughter has an endearing smile.Nabeen's English is so perfect as her looks, seem very calm and composed. She is an Indian citizen origin from New Delhi and working as a senior lecturer in a private college in Malaysia. She plans to spend her remaining confinement days in her homeland. Her flight will be transiting in Chennai, India before heading to New Delhi. Endless sharing of our stories, but not food. Generally, the aeroplane meals are superior in taste so I will never want to share them. True enough, I received spaghetti, muffins and fruits. Was really up to my expectations! The three and half hours journey flew quickly as the plane but I still did not get to chat with Mrs Shabeen. She seems little sulky or maybe she is very conservative compared to her daughter.
Belt off and cleared from the seat with my backpack.Nabeen and her mother wished to stop at the nearest prayer area so I hugged them and made my way to the luggage belt. Was suddenly shaken like a bolt from the blue when someone gripped my left hand hard. Extremely shocked to discover that.....
To be continued......
"Good morning madam, we have sandwiches, bread, cakes and beverages. Would you like to have it?" a Malay lady with red cap and apron approached me as if she heard my mind voice.
"Yes, sure! "Immediately let my feet into her shop. Relishing a brewed coffee with brownies in the background of Madonna's oldies, Vogue in the early hours of the day is a mere blessing. Glimpses of people walking to their place, drowning to sleep at the airport benches, shopping in the duty-free shops and kids running over their parents are some of the scenes that caught my attention while tramping to my departure gate. Yeah, I fulfilled 20 minutes of morning exercise by walking to the boarding gate, a good 2-kilometre walk. Few passengers are already wandering at the waiting area with a hot coffee and just being too ready to sprint once announced."May I have your attention please, all passengers travelling by Air Asia flight QD730 from KLIA to India are requested to board the aircraft from Gate 11,"just about dozing off when announcement made. Finally, into the plane after the ticket check.
Flying is not a new business to me but not hassle less either. The security and customs check often pumps up my anxiety. My colleague often terms it hodophobia , fear of flying in height. Certainly, I'm not afraid of flying but the process prior to flying kicks up my fear. The warm welcome from the air stewardess soothe the anxiety as I enter into the plane and they were kind enough to show my seat close to the window. I often gravitate to the window seat to enjoy the clouds while flying high and land or sea while landing. A middle-aged lady approached the seat next to me with an infant followed by an elderly aunty. Offered her help to hold her baby while she adjusts her seat, looks like she preparing herself to breastfeed."Hi, i'm Sharma and your good name please."She replied"I Nabeen and this is my mom, Shabeen".
"Nice to meet you both," the mother wasn't too generous with a smile as her daughter does. Even Nabeen's daughter has an endearing smile.Nabeen's English is so perfect as her looks, seem very calm and composed. She is an Indian citizen origin from New Delhi and working as a senior lecturer in a private college in Malaysia. She plans to spend her remaining confinement days in her homeland. Her flight will be transiting in Chennai, India before heading to New Delhi. Endless sharing of our stories, but not food. Generally, the aeroplane meals are superior in taste so I will never want to share them. True enough, I received spaghetti, muffins and fruits. Was really up to my expectations! The three and half hours journey flew quickly as the plane but I still did not get to chat with Mrs Shabeen. She seems little sulky or maybe she is very conservative compared to her daughter.
Belt off and cleared from the seat with my backpack.Nabeen and her mother wished to stop at the nearest prayer area so I hugged them and made my way to the luggage belt. Was suddenly shaken like a bolt from the blue when someone gripped my left hand hard. Extremely shocked to discover that.....
To be continued......
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