Childhood Dreams



Childhood undoubtedly is the best time of our lives. The carefree days spent lazing around with homework being the biggest tension of life. The fights were over crayons, and the competitions were about who could jump the highest and touch a star.

I’v had my fair share of jumping and trying to catch a shooting star, so that I could make a wish. Because then the wish would obviously come as the star was with me and it had to give me what I wanted so that it could go back to the sky again!

Yeah, that was the logic that I used. And the wish was always the same. I wanted my own line of air crafts.

Back then the airfares were high and travelling by air was a luxury most middle class families could not afford. And since there was only ‘Air India’ back then, I wanted an ‘Air Urshita’ all for my self.

My school was near the airport and I could see planes flying outside my classroom all day. I’v waved to every plane that flew above thinking the people sitting in there would see me and would probably wave me back.   

By the time I reached 6 th grade, I had finalised how my plane would look from inside, what would be the colour schemes and I was thinking on the lines of getting my own airport!

As I grew up I realised how silly I was being. And as the time passed away, I forgot about the airline completely. 

But today, I sit in near the airport runway, and watch the planes taking off and landing, and I feel nostalgic. I had spent years wanting ‘Air Urshita’ and growing up took that away from me. Not that I haven’t thought of buying an airline now. I just need to earn millions or maybe marry a millionaire. Both of which seem to be impossible. (And now I realise that I could be looking like a security threat for parking my car here and staring at the airport for so long. :P)

I’l try my best to get this dream come true. And maybe someday, god willing there would be a “Air Urshita”.

So I sit here and wait for the night so that I can jump up high and maybe this time, I catch a shooting star. 


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