AIR ASIA, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT FRILLS ARE. BECAUSE YOU DON’T EVEN OWN A DRESS.
As I watched my mom struggle to get even 15 minutes of sleep, I realized every other adult had managed to sleep. Don’t they have anything to think about? Do they think this is enough leg space? Why am I so restless?
The worst part, the staff kept the lights on for 4 out of 5 hours. Their food, drink and duty-free service rounds were annoying as they woke me up.
I gave up on sleep as soon as the pilot announced descent.
As we touched down on a sunny morning at Kuala Lumpur International Airport, my body was stuck to 05:00 am IST.
A couple of long walks (I don’t take the travelator) later, I brushed my teeth and made my hair.
We found The Living Cafe and sat down for breakfast.
An hour later, we sat on a much better flight (still Air Asia) and headed onto Denpasar, Bali. I kept sleeping and waking up.
Then, I saw something.
I saw it.
I saw the beginning of oh-my-effing’-god. I had to stop mid-sentence since my aunt was sitting next to me.
I marveled at the expanse of endless waters, spotting the plane’s minuscule shadow in the ocean.
We were here.