Moscow....

Memoirs Of Moscwa

On the night of june 19th 2011,at 3.30 a.m, I took the flight for moscow, where resides my Aunt.. before boarding, all kinds of fear were in my mind, like what if they won't let me in?? What if I 'll loose my passport? What if they 'll deport me??All kinds n types and variety of worse thoughts suddenly began to show me there prescence.. I, as you may (or may not) know am an small town girl, mostly have travelled by road or rails (which I hate),and had been on flights for only a couple of times that to Domestic ones which are only different from buses because they have air hostesses and to justify with there designation, they fly.. This although was my very very first time on an international flight, which was for a distance of 6hours, but even then, I was scared to death.. This fear began to calm a bit when I went pass the immigration check,and strolled the Duty free shop..
The duty free shop experience was too fascinating for me.. the words that came out were Oh My God.. Terminal 3 of delhi Airport, where I had to sit for atleast 2 n a half hour, had made me like it Instantly..
Then I met a lady, a diplomat from India, recently transferred to Moscow’s Indian Embessy, she was also travelling by the same flight, and co incidently had got the seat next to me.. It was because of her that my journey became a bit easier.. We passed the time, waiting near gate 23(or whatever) having coffee etc..(I shouldn’t elaborate my time killing tactics)..After what seemed like an endless wait, we boarded.. With the greetings in Russian accented english and beautiful smiles...
First time I was seeing an International flight..Phew.. Finally I am going to fly abroad.. wow.. Still I was convinced, that I am some how not going to fly..(stupid thoughts racing up and down..) The last bye bye wave and the look my father gave me from outside of airport, was too sentimental for me.. I almost felt the lump in my throat mixed with excitement.. now back to the plane, it was an Aeroflot Flight, nice seats, nice blanket etc etc.. I was at the window seat can’t remember the number now but it was in early twenties..
Then some announcement in Russian happened.. Follwed by its english translation, which was still as hard to decipher as the previous one... Though, I just tried to figure out, which led me to a conclusion that it was a welcome announcement.. jittery as I always am, sat there trying to stare outside of the window in the rainy midnight...