The beautiful sun from the aircraft window

I was aboard PIA flight 759 (Lahore to Jeddah ) on a hot June day. 

Unluckily, i got the worst seat possible which could not be set in a lying-down position. Old, and smelling of cigarette, my companions did not relieve me of the dread-some prospect of the long journey ahead. Thinking desperately of something to do after having exhausted the playlist on my music phone and eaten all that host crew had to offer, i tried to locate some magazines in the newspaper shelf but of no avail.. So finally i got up from the seat and walked up to the main window of the aircraft beside the emergency exit door.

The creamy orange light of the Sun filtered through the window and warmed me down to the core. I held the metal bars and stared into the sky, ignoring the glare reflected into my eyes. It was so beautiful that  i stored each detail of the beautiful sun and the clouds into my mind.  (This picture to the right is how it almost exactly looked like)

I let the atmosphere in the plane sink into my observation.It's so beautiful i think. For those people who take the liberty to open the window shutter and not sleep through the whole journey, something about being high above the clouds , away from all the people who make you life difficult  ( and some of those who make it beautiful ) on the land far below, makes you feel happily disconnected from all the typical feelings and sorrows that imprison you at home.

It's also an excellent time to reflect upon things you don't have time or cause to remember. So, looking at it  I thought about the activity from the night before. I had been studying for an anatomy viva just some hours ago, sitting in my home at Lahore, munching on tea biscuits . It seemed unreal to me that such a long distance had been covered in such a small amount of time.
I imagined a gush of cold, freezing air blow into my face if the window went down, and imagined how Rose would have felt when Jack and she, stretched their arms wide apart, closing their eyes and pretending to fly in 'Titatnic' .
I thought of a story i had read in my sister's english text book about a scared little bird who did not learn to fly until his mother finally lured him into jumping from the cliff using fish as a bait.
I thought of the lightning after a thunderstorm , and how different it would make the sky look from the now-sunny and beautiful illumination of the scene before me.
I thought of other planets and the solar system ,the lucky people who explored the immense stretches of the space ,  and my nephew's fondness to become an astronomer one day.
And i am telling you I  would have thought a lot many thoughts if the air hostess hadn't gently called me to my senses.

Bearing her gentle suggestion about clearing the way for other passengers in my mind, I came back to my seat, suddenly not minding the company of the old , boring men much.
Closing my eyes this time took me through a golden-yellow tuft of clouds, my jump not lured by a bait from a clever mother bird but commanded by the need to cleanse myself in silky softness of the clouds, to float, to achieve freedom , to go beyond the rest of the world ....
If only the act of purification, of a brand new start towards success, hope and life could be that easy....
I fell into sweet dreams like people fall into love.

and oopsy daisy , landed hard on the land of Jeddah when the golden yellow tuft of clouds gave away.

I was on the land, again, not so high.