My plight in the flight!

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It was the flight from Bali to Singapore, Though we separated by aisle I was equipped with my plans.Sushan had a good plan of going to deep sleep as he thought that he may not get hassled.How can I allow this to happen😉

 I saw my row,a well built man was next to me and next to him was an empty seat,I asked him if he knew about the occupancy of that seat.He with a big smile said that he was anticipating his cousin there.My mind said that it may be a girl otherwise why will he give up window seat!After sometime another man came and occupied that window seat😝

 I glanced at Sushan,next to him was a man, struggling to keep his baby quiet.Even before I think about it someone poked me ,I turned to the lady with a baby in her hand,I didn't speak anything just got up and gave her the way and she thanked me.

  I sat there, diagonally opposite to Sushan,all my dreams of annoying him came down crushing.The crew person gave a final call where he said there are a few seats remaining so those who like to shift can do so by paying the amount of 2.5k.How can a person like me can go for it ! Sushan knew it.

  After two minutes people started to shift their places,there was a ray of hope for me.I turned back and was astonished as the entire row was empty and all my dreams came back to life 😁

  We saw through the window, the lighting especially was mesmarising.I was happily saying all unwanted stories to deprive his sleep and it went on.In the nick of time Sushan had slipped into sleep!I was about to pinch his leg by then I was shrugged and a voice  spoke in my ears"Wake up ,We need to get down"!

It was me who slept happily on his shoulder and dreamt  as if I was annoying him.🙈




You are INCREDIBLE Sudarshana Mali

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