Run, Ran , RUN

Looking outside the Plane's window always gives an immense pleasure. Probably because i haven't had the chance to see one very recently i guess. I see the clear blue sky and even clearer runway. Who keeps the runway so clean, how do they do it!! "Fasten your seat belt, Please" the Air Hostess utters. Oh yes sure! Sorry........I replied giving an embarrassed look.

When i was kid i remember admiring the Air Hostesses. On our way to Europe to visit Dad, all i could think about was how beautiful they all are and what an amazing job it was, to fly all day. Soon with age i realised or rather given the lesson of realisation that this was in fact a non decent job for someone belonging from a reputed family. Thus my track was slightly shifted, A Pilot.....which didn't last long either because it takes a hell lot of money to be one(!). Eventually the pressure of getting a chance at public university (failed), than getting a government job (failed again) and finally ending up in private sector. Oh shoot, again these thoughts.......uuuuhhhhh. I switch off the button of my thought section give a quick glance inside the plane.

I wonder who is gonna sit next to me. As i look at the empty seat beside me. I turn my cell phone on. Nope, no calls or texts yet. Probably it still hasn't come to anyone's attention that i am running away.

Run, i need to run fast, faster than the flash.