Fiction

A page in my Dairy " Hyderabad ? ! Is anyone left for Hyderabad check-in ? " Nodded my head as a ‘No’ to her question. One blink of my eyes turning my head towards my right and rolled my eye balls back to the girl who asked this question. It all happened in just a thirtieth part of a minute. But I can see it as a 10x slo mo video. Because that made me to run helplessly in the airport to try for other alternatives and travel back in deep disappointment at 12 in the mid night with ‘GPS on’ in my mobile sharing the live location to my friend, checking whether the driver is going in the correct route with the help of Google maps for the entire one hour, holding my breath restricting all the bad stories running in my mind, looking for people whenever the cab was going through less dense areas. But it was all fun when narrating the story to my friends and family. Some laughed at me. Some warned me to never do these kinds of adventures again. Some vexed and just ignored as if ...