Life is a journey..

Not bothered with  some  quarrelsome middle aged man 
or that old businessman with the laptop open
plunged in  some bar charts who sits blocking your way to the washroom 
nor that crying baby, 
or that air hostess attending to some funny caller,
Food or water no longer the basic needs 
Belted to the seat unconcerned with the everchanging lamp indications


 just sitting by the window watching the horizon,
 listening to your favourite music 
if it could be the magical voice of your favourite one, 
you can fly endlessly all by yourself
for any length of time...
And pass into the world eternal.

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