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"Attention, everyone," came the announcement as we reached the airport. As planned, we had left the unnecessary luggage behind, and thankfully, Maa wasn't too upset about it.
"I'll be back soon," I promised as I hugged Bhaiya.
"Jaldi aana aur waha bohot masti karna, Myra," Bhaiya replied, pulling dad into a hug, soon joined by Mom. [have tons of fun and return safely]
"Guys, I'll miss out on my group if you don't let go now," I teased as I pulled back, but Maa interrupted, scanning the area,
"Where are your friends? Have they left already?" Just like always, my brain answered, but don't let my tongue follow it.
"Sonam, let her go, or else she'll be late," Papa intervened, planting a kiss on my forehead and adjusting the straps of my bag.
"Have a great time there, and see you in a month, meri beti."
"I'll be back soon," I promised as I departed. We made our way to our assigned flight seats, and fortunately, I was grouped with students from different branches. They were all a bit awkward, but it made me feel less like a misfit than I had expected.
The flight took off, and I was too nervous to do anything except stare out the window. My excitement was through the roof for my first flight. I snapped a few pics and videos, saving them for later.
"Can't send them during the flight, right?" I mumbled to myself.
We were up in the sky, and I couldn't take my eyes off the view until a voice interrupted my reverie.
"Can we switch seats during landing?" the girl in the window seat asked me. Her sudden question caught me off guard, and I struggled to find the right words. My socially clumsy brain stops working whenever someone strikes a sudden conversation.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just feel lightheaded on flights. I swear I can manage the pressure," she reassured me.
"I will. I'm sorry, I just..." I trailed off, gently tapping her hand to halt her explanation.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she reiterated.
"No, no, I would love to be in the window seat." I replied with the right words.
"Really? Then want to switch now itself? I'm dying to look outside," she said getting out off her seat, and we both chuckled.
"I'm Vanie Bhoyar, by the way."
"Samayara Dashputra here." We exchanged smiles and seats, and I found her to be quite pleasant.
"So, you do talk, or you just didn't want to talk to me?" she teased.
"Oh, I just don't talk much in general. I'm sorry."
"Thank God. I thought you disliked me, and the silence was already making me more nauseous."
