I went inside the plane. British Airways, one of the largest airlines. I was on board in one of the biggest jet. But the world was getting smaller and smaller for me. I started think that whole world was against my love. Yo samaj ma mero love suru hunu bhanda agadi nai Khattam bhayo.

The period was infact of terror as terriosts were trying to blast off the plane flying from Hethrow to USA. No liquid, gel and any types of hand bags were allowed. The security was like that of war-stage. But nothing mattered for a person who had already lost the war. It was dark inside, not because there was no light; but I had closed my eyes. What is the use of seeing all useless things when I cannot see my beloved?

I reached my seat. Please don't ask how. WOW..........

Another beautiful lady. I opened my eyes. I opened even more wider. My eyes were the widest one in fact. I said "Hello". She smiled. I got a tap in my shoulder from back. An English man was standing behind me. The smile that was originally intended for the lady was still in my face. He thought it was for him, and he also replied with the worst smile I hadever seen. I again closed my eyes.

He was the husband of that lady. In fact they were recently married and were going to the USA for hoenymoon. My seat was towards the passage. The man sat in the middle seat and the lady took the window seat. I remembered God-'I am already dead. No need to kill me. Or do you want me to suicide?'

I was in fact very happy to get the outer seat. Whenever I had to goto rest room, I tried to see the other side if I could get a small glimpse of my dream lady. But I realised late that Luck was not in the toilet. Later on I was constantly getting up from my seat. Not for the original purpose, but to give that gentleman(?) and his lady way to go to rest room. It was so frequent later on that I started cursing myself.  That was what I did in the whole trip.