She was
standing in a long queue and she felt so lost that every second cost her an
hour. Time frame from the reality seemed to dwell unreasonably slow as
she had her mind lost somewhere. She couldn't see the clear picture
of what her eyes actually saw. It was all hazy and bleak. Nor that her eye
sensors wear off but she seemed really confused about taking her decision. She
was not indecisive about taking decisions but this particular decision
costs her an entire life. She was so hard to accept it as well as so soft
to deny it. She couldn't hear anything properly, standing in the
queue, but indistinct chatters at low decibels and at unusual tempos. Her
eyes were moist that her eyeliners where completely washed up and her pupils
were merely floating in the sacred pool of tears.
Next!
She
heard something in a requesting tone that later turned into an imperative
accent.
NEXT!
It was
her turn at the immigration counter. The personal at the counter interrogated
several questions and her reply was so slow that she answered the second
question with the first question’s answer. The office personal was
partially satisfied in approving her immigration. She was looking at an
Indian couple hugging and caressing each other at the gallery terminal to send
off someone. She couldn't control her nostalgic vibe about her
boyfriend. Especially at times when she was taking such vital decisions of
him in her life.
The past beautiful moments of their
happy-days projected in front of her eyes without a celluloid. The memories
of the first day they met at a car accident when he was the guy who crushed his
car onto hers. The day how they took care of each other in the hospital
when the homesickness and agony took precedence. The day when he proposed
her in the hospital with the vital medicines required for her.
All her
day dreams were vanished by a loud sound. The immigration officer cleared,
signed and sealed her application. The officer sealed it so loud to wake her
off her in the middle of her dreams. Her trolley was full of surprise presents,
her boyfriend used to gift on every day from the day of proposal. She
could hardly roll her trolley not for its heaviness by weight. But it
was loaded with so many emotions imbibed.
She
entered the gangway with plenty of her fellow country mates rushing the plane.
She knew that she couldn't stay in a foreign country where she
couldn't find solace. Lucrative jobs couldn't be a lifetime opportunity to
replace the blessed people. Not that she missed her family so much.
Either she was too coward to decide upon whom she miss so.
Every
step she stepped on the gangway kept reminding her that she was lacking time to
make a Decision. Her world was going dark without her notice that she was
fainting.
She remembered that how she faltered
while using her crutches for the first time in the hospital during her days of
recuperation. It was he who stood beside her, training like a cradling baby,
and helping her out in the training.
A nun caught her from behind.
Oh my
god. You are so heavy. May lord be with you all the time or until you reach
your home my child!
She
smiled coyly and adjusted her belongings from the free fall. She started
approaching into the flight entrance. A well-built athletic woman full of
plastic make up dressed in red skirt with floral fragrance spreading around her
black stalking, welcomed her with a plastic smile.
Welcome
aboard madam. Your seat is two rows from the front on your left and second seat
from the window. Have a happy journey.
She couldn't proceed further into the
plane as every single instance that was happening around her reminded her of
him. Those days when they both used to linger around the Hospital’s canteen as
the best coffee with noodle soup was served there. Every time the women at the
canteen entrance welcomes, he used to mock her of her accent and her
subservient gesture.
She
placed her luggage in the dock and got seated.
Ma’am
would you like to have a glass of wine or beer?
Martini is my favorite bitch, why do
you ask me every single time. He used to yell at the Hospital canteen’s
waitress. Those were the days they spend their life with nothing but breathing
air and laughing around. They both were so addicted of being together and inseparable. Except for one day and she could remember every single details of
that day. How his nose bleed over the noodle soup and how he fainted and rushed
to the Intensive Care Unit. Her life was back after two days when he told that
he was fine and it was the medicine’s unusual side effect that oozed his blood
out of his nostrils.
Ma’am?
She was
back to reality and ordered water.
It was her last day to get discharged
from the hospital and she was bidding adieu to the receptionist and nurses. She
was telling them about how she likes him, the way he proposed her and about the
future plans with him. She was the only person talking while the rest were
frozen in shock. One of the nurses from the behind interrogated the senior
nurse that if she was referring the guy who got admitted in the ICU for blood
cancer. The non-stopping chatter of her came to an end when she heard those.
Those words were so sharp that it pierced her heart effortlessly in no time
that she took so much time to realize about what she actually heard. She got
nothing to do with the situation but to faint and extend her stay for a day.
This is
captain welcoming you all board. It is time to fasten your seat belts. The
flight will take off in 2 minutes as scheduled.
Sense
of guilt and love with one preceding the other obsessed her and took control of
her. It was her mistake that she left him accepting the reality that he will be
not alive more than a month and her inclination towards the lucrative job offer
abroad as a Chinese translator to a leading multinational company. She shouldn't have
left him. She couldn't face her dying boyfriend any more. She
knew she made a mistake leaving him. She couldn't spend a single day at
the office accepting the fact that she has left him. She resigned that job
at the same day and she boarded a flight to china, her country, on the same
evening. She badly wanted to marry him so that he could spend the
remaining days of his life with the girl whom he loved. But she knew how
much it would pain to live a widow for the rest of her life.
The
flight attendant came to her to fasten her seat belt.
Ma’am
your life is more important to us
And she
left the place with her plastic smile. Something sparked and she knew that she
has decided.
“Tomorrow
is the day I will marry you at the hospital and celebrate our honeymoon with
the scheduled medicines. I promise to take good care of you for the rest of
your life. I will not let you die before me. Good night” she said to herself.
And she was relieved that she finally decided before the flight took off.
The
flight took its front wheel off from the ground with a happy passenger.
This is
captain Fariq of Boeing 777 Flight number MH370. We are flying at an altitude
of 35000 feet.
The weather condition is normal.
“MH370,
please contact Ho Chi Minh City 120.9, Good Night” echoed the radio version from KL Control
tower.
“Alright,
Good night”
