America, the superpower, the land of cartoons and superheroes, the land of Hollywood, the land of opportunities, the land where I was about to set foot on. I couldn't contain my excitement, courtesy the adrenaline rush which grappled my body at just a glance at the itenary. The buck did not stop at Uncle Sam; our schedule had some weeks reserved for paying a visit to Her Majesty's majestic city, London!
It hadn't even been ten days into June and I was sitting in a giant British Airways aircraft. The journey to the airport was exciting, yes, but the nightmares my juvenile mind conceived whilst in the plane egged me to find the nearest exit and rush back home. Alas, gambling momentary emotions with a humongous sum of three lakhs would be a terrible bargain. I remained fixated to that itchy, uncomfortable seat, fearing the worst as projected by Air Crash Investigation episodes which I had watched with bittersweet curiosity in the past few years. The only respite to my fears was the window, through which I could see the world beyond, peaceful, drowsed in sweet midnight sleep. I reported my worries to my sister and unknowingly transmitted the same anxiety to her. Being the good person she is, she didn't let me know that and constantly urged me to consciously weigh the frugality of my intrusive thoughts. No sooner had I alleviated my fears than the plane shot past the runway and took off skywards. I dozed off after half an hour or so.
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