Friday 27 January 2017
Birla Private Aerodrome - 8.45 AM
"Mihir, I don't know why the hell you won't tell me who is accompanying me" Raman's voice was as cold as ice, his anger evident on his face as he stepped out of Mihirs car, slamming the door behind him.
They had just arrived at the Birla Private Aerodrome, where the private plane Mihir had booked was waiting for take off. As he exited the car, Raman looked around the Aerodrome curiously, his gaze arrested, his senses heightened. This place looked so familiar.
A shadowy sound wafted over on the breeze, a sound from another lifetime perhaps. A woman's laughter, excited, happy. And then his own voice. "I told you secret hai yaar. Hamesha paise ka mat socho" And that laughing voice responding to him. "Raavan Kumar"
He looked around him, wondering about his past, the forgottten past from where he suspected these voices were coming from. And as he looked, the suspicion became a certainty. Yes, he had taken another journey from here. And it had been a journey full of anticipation, full of love. But who with? It was the same woman whose whispered voice haunted his nights. The woman who called him Raavan. Who was she?
Even as Raman looked around, lost in his own thoughts, Mihir had continued speaking.
"I'm sorry bhai, there's nothing mysterious about it and you will find out soon anyway" he said as he removed Raman's suitcase from the car boot. "It's just that I know you will object to whoever I chose, and I didn't want you to be stressed from before you had to be. Just please try not to bite their head off and relax bhai please."
Mihir rolled the bag over to where Raman was standing and then looked at his friend curiously, wondering why he had not retorted. Raman was looking around with puzzlement, as if he could see something that was confusing him.
"Kya hua Raman?" Mihir asked, clutching at Raman's arm, suddenly anxious. Raman shook his head, his reverie broken by Mihirs touch.
"Kuch nahi" ( Nothing) he said quietly. "This place just seemed familiar, but I guess we've taken several flights from here, right?"
"Yes bhai" Mihir replied, remembering the flight his bhai had taken from here three years ago with bhabhi, for their honeymoon in Rajasthan. He remembered how happy they had been, how much love there had been between them. He hoped that being here was bringing some memory back to Raman and that the next three days with Ishita, in Shimla, would complete his recovery.
"Come bhai" he said aloud, leading the way to the tarmac where a 10 seater private jet was waiting. A ground traffic controller waiting at the private plane bay checked some paperwork and then waved them ahead. Raman followed, his anger at Mihir's strangely secretive behavior fading as a wave of nervousness overcame him. He hated flying in these small planes, but he had never felt this apprehensive before. Perhaps it was a consequence of the terrorist attack. He did not remember anything about that day, but he had been told that the incident had taken place at an airport. So maybe that was why.
They paused at the safety barrier as a smiling pilot dressed in white approached them from the jet.
"Good morning Mr Bhalla" he said politely. "I'm your co-pilot Raj Shrestha. The captain and your guest are already on board. If you will come with me, we are cleared for take off. The weather is a bit inclement over Shimla, and it's forecast to worsen, so its best we don't delay" He took Raman's suitcase from Mihir and nodding politely at both men went up the stairs into the plane.
Raman extended his hand to Mihir, smiling ruefully.
"You and your surprises Mihir. I swear if that idiot Ali is on board, I'll fire him and dissolve our partnership."
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