But please give an opportunity to defend myself. I was on the seventh heaven Monday before getting the call from mother.
It was a wonderful flight. The Spicejet flight left Calcutta sharp at 2:40 pm and soon I was sailing pass the clouds. Giant clouds, whiter than snow. More beautiful than the most beautiful thing on earth. Standing tall as huge snowy mountains, without giving a damn to us. Some were so huge and majestic that our pilot joked, “We were supposed to fly straight, but I fear Mount Everest is blocking our route.” He said the cloud is full of thunderbolts and we will be fried instantly if we dare enter it.
And the spicejet chicks were the best examples of Indian hotties. Man, it was my best flight till date. I will never forget it.
But every good thing should have an end. So when I came down fro…