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Jun 2013
It Was A New Delhi To Bangalore Flight In 1994
I Was Aged Three Years & 7 Months At The Time
We Did Start From Karnal For New Delhi At 1400
Mom Feared It That We Might Miss Our Flight
I Did Not Say Anything As I Knew Not Why So...

Anyways, We Reached IGI Airport In New Delhi
Here We Checked-In At The Domestic Terminus
Remember The Security Folks Tickling My Body
Maa Disappeared Into A Screen - Wooden Frame
I Looked Silently At The Smiling Security Man...

Then We Had To Cross Over In The Boarding Area
I Was Not Allowing My Young Eyes To Rest At All
Closely Following My Mum As Dad Was Not Here
Then Just As We Mounted The Taxiing Bus, I Said Aloud,
"I Am Not Here For The Bus!!!
Where's The Flight?"

Such was my childhood.
Everyone around us started laughing happily on listening to this young & innocent comment and the young - very young me was unable to understand why I was not on the flight right away - young age innocence!

My HP Poem #293
©Atul Kaushal
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
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