First flight - Continued

As I happily took my privileged window seat I typed, “First flight. Donno why I ain’t excited”. Verbatim, this is the message I sent Subbu before I switched my mobile off.

Tyler’s presence was palpable.

A virtual reel of his dialogue with a co-passenger (you bet, am good at maintaining suspense) flashed before me:

"Tyler: [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Co-passenger: So you can breath?
Tyler: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Co-passenger: That's, um... That's an interesting theory.
Tyler: An exit-door procedure at 30,000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety"

He was there waiting for me to look at the safety instructions card. When I saw it eventually, I had to snigger.

An empty seat nearby meant, an even slower progress of time. Single serving friends could have been helpful there. With no luck, I decided to sleep.

Traveling towards north early in the morning, sitting on a right-row-window-seat meant perpetual sun-rays. It was very soothing in the beginning but then turned irritatingly inconvenient, as I couldn’t sleep. So, as always, I found an unnecessarily-novel idea to block the rays. I took the safety-instructions card and slid it in a slot over the windowpane. Then, I slept feeling smug.

Later when a voice boomed, "please fasten your seat belts and leave the window shutters open", I woke up to see my bubble burst. I were like… "Eh? What shutter?" And then, I pulled the card before anymore would see it.

Amidst all these, I had clicked some pics to keep my promise to Ms. L. Well, now, I don’t have the necessity to paste them here anymore. She would feel it for herself on her maiden trip to Canada.