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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