THE CHANGING BLUE SKY - #BLOGCHATTER #WRITEAPAGEADAY

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 Twenty days ago, we flew to Mumbai for a wedding. Often we get into a flight, check out the flight magazine, turn a cursory eye at the instructions given by  the airhostess and grab a little shut-eye. Unless of course, there is a chance to watch the latest movies on board, when it is an international flight. For instance, when we travel to Johannesburg, which is an eight hour odyssey from the Gulf, I settle down, tuck a blanket around me and watch about six movies without blinking.

The Mumbai flight had no such entertainment and I looked out of the window for a while. Only to be absolutely mesmerised by the magnificence of the changing blue sky which I had never really noticed ever before. As the flight took off, Kochi airport receded till it took on the appearance of a map from afar. Slowly, as the aircraft climbed higher and higher, the dazzling blue sky came into sight. And what a beautiful sight it was. I clicked pictures of its various stages, unable to get over the smoothness and the vibrancy of the shade we call blue.

By the time I could finish clicking the pictures, the descent had started, with all the usual messages by the Captain who hoped we had enjoyed the flight and the airhostess cautioning us to stay put, switch our electronic devices off and abstain from using the loo. The next set of pictures were a progression from the blue sky to the brown earth, as we began to discern the topography around the city of Mumbai.


As the aircraft got closer to Mother Earth, I was reminded of the old rhyme which went,

"A sailor went to see see see, / To see what he could see see see, 
  And all that he could see see see, / Was the bottom of the old sea, sea sea sea."

The sight of the sea and the expanse of inhabitations that seem to  cover every bit of land below quite took my breath away. From toy size the little buildings began to grow, and the aircraft landed smoothly, tearing across the runway till it came to a stop. 

As we embarked, I was content. It had been a unique kind of flight where, for once, I had been able to appreciate the glory of Mother Nature, and admire the handiwork of the Master Creator who had painted this glory with all its vibrant colours.

                                                                        EnkiQuotes.com

Photographs Courtesy: Deepti Menon

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