Airbus A330

Sometimes when i hear a roaring sound and look up to see an Airbus A330 crossing over my head, like a big eagle soaring high in the sky, I miss my dreams. My pettish teen age dreams. That yellow tilted ellipsoid with three stretches of blue, blue and red lights under the wings, that sound of the engine and the fight of the flight with the wind, all these remind me of what things were once and remind me of what things are today. I had a dream of seeing her in that yellow suit, which would have made her look even prettier. I had a dream of receiving her after her day’s work. I still remember the first time I embraced her after she gave me the news that she is selected. I had made a promise to her that I will be there on her first flight.
The flights of fantasy crashed with the realms of reality and thus broke my dreams. The problem with loving someone too much is the fear of losing her. I faced my fears. Deep down inside me, someone dies each time the memories come back. I tried my best to hold them inside, but they always find a way through the corners of my eyes in a lonely darkness.

“i will shower upon you, roses from up high in the air”

I am a realist, I don’t believe in fantasies. But every time someone dies within me, there is someone to rise. I never felt this way. On the path with my broken teen age dreams scattered all around, I walk to the road, I should have always walked upon. I will be back.