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I love this breathtaking view of sapano ki Mumbai from my window seat. Roads and buildings seemed like a video game, the sea, and land, side by side complementing each other.
"Ria, wake up. We are about to land." I said to Ria.
"Let me sleep, I will wake up when they will announce the landing." She was sleeping like it was a bed and not an economy class seat where a child down three rows was crying constantly. And the sixty-year-old Dadi sitting behind me was frequently knocking the back of my seat If not continuously. But all of that is worth feeling that rush of adrenaline when the plane took off and landed, to see those milky clouds flying with you.
I looked at the sleeping woman as if she lost one or two screws. My best friend Ria slept during the entire flight. Like come on, you are thousands of feet above the land, but here she is sleeping like Kumbh Karan instead of enjoying the moment.
By my blabbering, you must be thinking that she is flying for the first time, then no you are misinterpreting. But every time I fly It feels like I am flying for the first time. The pilot announced that we will be landing in Mumbai in around 15 minutes.
"Ria, wake up. We are almost in Mumbai." I nudged at her. But nope no response at all.
"If you will not open your damn eyes at this second, your pretty face will be drenched with water."
She opened her eyes, looked at me "Tell me I am pretty, again."
"I just praised you to wake you up otherwise you and pretty don't go in a sentence."
She hit me on my arm, I narrowed my eyes and rubbed the skin,
"We landed?"
"No, my darling, for that you need to wear your seatbelt." I replied with my fakest sarcastic sweet smile.
"I was sleeping peacefully. Couldn't they take a break or something?"
"break? During flight?" she was always cranky when she woke up.
I smiled seeing ria's face, she was squeezing her eyes as we landed. Finally after almost two hours of flight, here we are in Mumbai. We take our luggage and went outside of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj international airport.
"There he is." Ria pointed at a man wearing a light blue denim shirt and jeans. I know Dev the moment I saw him. He and my other friend Divya are twins. Both of them resemble each other. BTW did I mention that we are here in Mumbai for Divya's wedding? Not just a wedding but A beach wedding. I am so excited.
Ria waved her hand at him to say we are coming there. "Hi, Ria. Good to see you again."
Ria visited Mumbai a few times due to her work. She is working in the Vogue India Delhi office so due to work purposes she visited Mumbai. And that's how Dev knew her. Divya was with me in IIM Ahmedabad, I and Ria are friends since childhood. We both are from Ahmedabad, Gujarat. Ria was pursuing her degree in journalism when I was doing my MBA. I, Divya, and Ria shared a flat in Ahmedabad, during college.
