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I'm in the flight. I am in no mood to hear any announcement.
I don’t want to smile at the friendly air-hostess. I solemnly look outside the
tiny oval shaped window. I see the airplane speeding on the runway. My heart
is racing at the speed of this plane. With a tiny jerk, I can feel the plane
take off the ground. The tears in my eyes couldn’t stop no more, slowly they
started flowing down my cheek, clouding my vision.
It was that heartbreaking moment of first time leaving my parents’
house, my city, my friends and moving to a new place forever.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
Dear Dee Dee,
ReplyDeleteYou captured the feelings of leaving. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle :)
DeleteThis story felt so alive, we have to do what we have to do, but its is not always easy.
ReplyDeleteI agree Mike, but then parting is hard.....
DeleteThanks for dropping by
Been there...done that. You have captured those feelings well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ansumani :-)
DeleteGreat feelings of detachment from our near and dear.
ReplyDeleteIts heartbreaking....
DeleteThanks for dropping by Ravindra :-)