Flying Wheel

I dreamt of touching the sky since my childhood. But I had the privilege to just wave my hands from the terrace to the Airplane thinking travelers would notice me. As a child that was a happy 30 sec shift of mind since eyes would concentrate only on that tiny little flying object dreaming of the scenarios that would happen inside the aircraft.

I recollect this every time I touch Airport road in Bangalore .Thoughts awake my mind against  the daily routines. 40 min of journey from my home to BIA could be added as my everlasting life time memory.I would have already educated myself  a hell lot about the place prior my visit.The history ,heritage ,culture,food,local lifestyle,de tours and what not ! Every detailed component about the destination would plug over my mind questioning “Will it be the same in real “? Gazing at people passing by in cars beside me fires my zeal.I hate tourists.”Is he a tourist or a traveller ? “ I can easily differentiate by looking at someone who is on an urge  to travel. This queries my mind till I board my flight.The moment I’m taken off, the wonderful circle completes when I look below from the window waiting for that little child somewhere to wave her hand towards me and a tiny bird within me tweets inside :

“Always hold your head high and dream but once you are there, be down to earth "!