A disappointed holiday

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 31, 2016

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"Mama, we are descending really heavily!" The heavenly soul got these words snapped out of my mouth while being in the middle of a Spanish twin engine jet, which was struggling to lift its own weight against the gravity. It was, for sure, not my first vacation, and the remaining were witnessing themselves go really rapidly, as they were hot cakes which were being sold. There was complete chaos, and the 'ray of hope' was shying to face us.
Let me give you a bird's eye view of what was happening behind the scenes! Just 2 days before this unique day, we were all set to leave our home to the safety of darkness. Dreaming of some peace, we had already applied for an American visa. That unique day was destined to come into existence and that is why God made us get the visa, of what we thought was the gateway to heaven, really quickly. We were all set to face our destiny! Mama was looking for harmony and peace of mind, and was confident that she could find that after the unique day. The unique day became more obvious to happen. Papa was looking for relaxation, and thought the unique day will be the gateway to a no man's land. The unique day became more obvious to happen! I was hoping against hope of 'vacations well spent', and saw the unique day as a gateway to Disney Land. The unique day became more obvious to happen!
And finally the day broke out, the 'unique day' broke our! The unique day proudly stood up to its hype, making us really excited. The comprehensive family found themselves sitting on a twin engine aircraft, whose engines sounded like a high voltage petrol electrical generator. Seats, particularly resembling some red roses, with fluffy under-coating of water foul, made us relax on the unique day, and it 'seemed' as if our noble dreams were coming into life. Nothing was disappointed as by then! The two engines did well to tackle the air resistance, as the plane howled through clouds on a day when the sun was shying to come out, when it was destined to remain there for a period longer than night. Soon we were in the safety of blue skies, and nothing got disappointed as of that time. The disappearance of s red symbol, firmly resting on the front wall of the cabin, was yet another symbol that nothing was disappointing.
But things changed as they were destined to. Something that was destined to make that day 'unique' finally happened. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's your captain! There is a minor troublance(turbulence) ahead, so please remain seated." Things changed dramatically yet drastically, and the red symbol emerged from nowhere another time. This gesture was not enough to make our holiday disappointing, but its aftermath perhaps was! Exactly after the ticking of the biggest needle to quarter the clock, the twin jet stroked into the turbulence zone, surrounded by creamy and angry clouds crying for their fate. "Will the twin engine jet stand up to its hype?" That was still a bee in pilot's bonnet. Time proved that the answer was not in affirmative. Pilot never unveiled the exact extent of turbulence involved, probably because he himself was not aware of it. But what I know is it took not only him but the entire airport by surprise.
The situation changed drastically, as the bee in the pilot's bonnet changed into: "Will the twin engine touch the ground in whole piece?" The goings forced me to think of the emergence of a new 'Bermuda Island' exactly beneath us. The twin-engine saw more contrast than that of the two poles: At the take off, the sun was shying to come out, but at that instant the sun was dying to come out.
But the conditions had to change for me to narrate this story, and they did. The damage had been done. The two engines had struggled to lift their own weight against the storm. Brutal injuries had caused 'some' concerns for the airliner. The plane had passed through the shabby period, certainly not with flying colours, and nothing could be undone. The pilot took up the responsibility to define the extent of our disappointment. The human flaws were exploited quite magically when the pilot stammered: "We have no option but an emergency landing!" Our disappointment was still subject to increase but pilot did a quick heal by descending the plane really heavily!
For our happiness, the twin engine kept up to its hype by landing in one piece, although not in our desired destination. Ultimately the plane became stationary. For the airliner staff, it was stunning to see the people, who had begun their journey wearing white clothes, moulded in the colour of blood. The promise of a unique day was fulfilled quite nicely. What if it tuned as a disappointment for many like us, the pilot, and the airliner; the company was there to propose a refund of the tickets. It was no use for the HOLIDAY WAS ALREADY MADE DISAPPOINTED.


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