As a patch of good luck my mother had bestowed on me, I got the window as always. Now let me settle down for the next 24 hours. I am not afraid of the take off but I prefer to sleep then to see me hanging in midst of those clouds which make me feel uncomfortable. I woke up at the call of breakfast to find the scene at my left mesmerizing in the true sense. Flight steward told me that I was witnessing Afghanistan’s snow peaks and the first click was “the kite runner”. I was suddenly wide awake and more interested in the landscape then in my chocolate. It was extremely beautiful. The whether was pretty pleasant (it allowed me to watch that dumbo) and the scenic beauty too enchanting to let me sleep. All the pages right from khalid’s books started knocking at my minds door.

Afghanistan is really wonderful. I have no idea what it looks like once you get down but dreams do travel on clouds and let me be in it. Reality may bite. But those snow peaks were a treat to eyes.

Having no idea of how many hours I have spent gliding on those clouds I bumped in Frankfurt. It was still 1 o clock. That means it should be just 5 hours. Silly Shweta, sometimes you can be more pathetic then a fused bulb. But anyways the lady on the counter tried to direct me to the washroom in her highly French laden ascent which was hard to understand. And there I met this lucky devil. A Punjabi lady was traveling with her two kids. Elder kid monitored her sister very well as while her mother kept loosing her daughter in every two minutes, brother was very efficient to catch her back to mother and scold her in his cute Punjabi ascent” tune yahan kho jana hai!tujhe gore utha ke bahar fenk denge” god only knows what she understood but she never acted upon it. Finally I had to give her mother a hand to handle a bag so she can let her daughter board the plane.