Done Done London

Chapter 3 - London en Route Paris (I)

Ria

"Call once you get to Paris" Mum commanded in between her sobs, "and also when you get to London."

I felt a bit guilty for leaving my family but at the same time really excited. I was finally getting to go and live in my dream place! What could be better than that? 

"If you ever need anything, just call me." Dad offered. I swear he is crying behind those thick glasses.

My brother just stood there with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. Of course he'd be happy. Now that I'm going there will be no one to tell him to turn down the volume of the TV or to not eat junk food.

"This is the last call for all passengers travelling to Paris on flight AF5673, please proceed to gate number 4" the person called out from the speakers. 

Mum and dad both hugged me, this time tighter than ever. My brother just stood there. I began to walk towards the gate. I was on the verge of crying but the fact that I was going to London and that to via Paris was stopping those tears from coming out. 

I got inside the flight, put my baggage in the lockers above, sat in my seat, buckled my seatbelt and plugged myself into the song Jiya Re from Jab Tak Hai Jaan. This song comes when Anushka gets to make her dream documentary on Shahrukh Khans love story. I guess I'm also on the same level of happiness as her; I'm finally getting to go to live in my dream country! I was too excited that I didn't even realize that I fell asleep and that too without dinner!

When I finally woke up it was 10:39am, but that was New Zealand time. It was probably late night in the corner of the world we were in right now. I was starving but everyone including the flight attendants were asleep and I didn't want to wake them up either. I was still wondering if I should wake up the flight attendants or not when it struck me that my mum had packed some Gujarati snacks for me. Lord bless that woman! I swear, where would I be without her?

I got up from my seat - thank god no one was sitting beside me - and opened my locker and got my bag down. I'd never been happier to see so many Gujarati snacks in my whole life. Chakri's, khakra's, khaman's and dhokla's, you name it I had it. They smelt so good; I was afraid that the passengers around me will wake up due to the smell and ask for some. I began eating, and no lies but I ate till the sun peeked out from the horizon. 

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A/N: Just hold on guys! The funny part is in the next chapter I promise! Keep reading, voting and commenting! :)