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You wake up, not sure from the dream or from a nightmare or from a tired slumber, you are not sure what…

You’ve heard the breaking voice and are now sticking your head out of the glass window, you look out, the horizon is filled with smog and cloud, so homogeneously mixed that you can’t make out what is what, down there is the shimmering of lights, at the first glance looks like bunch of tiny little stars bundled together and sprinkled around, looks like flickering crickets trying to tell you something…

The sky isn’t clear for you to see the skies, the sun has just escaped leaving the diminishing twilight behind and the you are approaching your so called destination at 500km/hr.

You lose altitude a few meters per second and before you realize those shimmering lights come to life and give way to your vision to see the city, the city waking up to go out in the evening, to dress up and shine up to step out n step up.

You see those zillion vehicles jamming the city corners, losing altitude that fast you slowly start seeing or perhaps dreaming, you pass those huge roads, see residential areas or perhaps they are industrial but how does it matter…you are dreaming by now perhaps…

A dream, a city, a blur face painted at smoggy horizon and your favorite song running on you ipod. You come further down and then finally fly over so close to that street where perhaps once you wished you stood and starred at the skies and the coming by planes till your neck hurts and then you would have looked at the familiar face smiling back at you, assuring you.

In split second, the rubber hits the concrete and bang…. You feel it, you still want to stick your head out but all you see is a wing, a blinker and passing by concrete runway. The flaps on the wing go up sharp vertical to help keep the aircraft on the ground and you blink longer, keeping your eyes wide shut to keep your mind with in the aircraft, within you. Pilot guides the machine to rest and so do you pull your dreamy shutter up vertical to bring you wavering mind to rest.

When lights come on, you blink again.

Not sure if you’ve woken up from a dream, a nightmare or a sloppy slumber.

Neo