Suddenly I was there, out of those black clouds. But I know I alone could never make it, but who was he? The man who saved me? In that black aeroplane? And where is he now? Whatever it is, Thank god! I was safe, but the question which wrapped my nervous mind was that where am I? Maybe, I thought, if I follow the straight lines of lights I can find my way to the answers. When I landed and went to the control centre, the smell of the first breeze made me feel like, my life, got a new life, I never thought that I will find the new me in this way! Like a child, who becomes happy seeing a peaceful bloom of a morning flower, a new beginning. I was someone I never knew exists, maybe the one whom I always wanted to me, we just collided in the dark crowd of unknown thoughts, yes it was me!
My hands were still shaking but my legs were confident to step in. My eyes sticked to that boundary which separated life from death, death which almost hugged me as if just waiting for me to cheat life, but I know that I can never be so bold to do that.
When I stepped in, I found myself in dark, "but where is the control centre?" Was the first question which knocked the door of my conscious. I knew, it couldn't be a hallucination, because I never had any experience with it but then what? Where am I? I guess, I am back, back there, in the cockpit but where is it, I can't see nor can feel it, uhh, my brain, it actually feels like a prison now, where the questions were trapped, there fingers, trying to choke the bars, pulling and pushing them hard in a want to release their souls, and these movements are making me insane. I want to save myself from this eery feeling but how? "Hey! Umm, welcome." I heard a voice from behind me but this could be, I don't know. My heart told me to reply back but the brain, weak enough to decide anything refused the idea. "Hello." Surely, heart won this undeclared battle. "But who are you and where am I" this was the voice of my brain, I could figure it out, trying to make a mark of itself. "It would be early to tell you but I want to just expose it, the pilot of the black aeroplane, Death..." I could feel that silence soaked in terror but it wasn't surprising because, I told you, this can't be a hallucination and also I lost my hopes. The darkness of time absorbed me, trying to accept it, I blinked my eyes. I was sitting in my cockpit, ready to take off. A hallucination? Imagination? Or a message from the god? Whatever it was, just terrified me, the next words which slipped from my tongue were "Paris Control? The plane can't take of today. There are some technical issues. Over and out."
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