"Where is it ...where is it ?" It was like some cruel joke , no matter how hard i squinted and stared and how many times i flipped the pages over I just could not find where the departure timings were printed . And here were the airport security demanding to know which flight I was taking and when it was scheduled for departure.
"Which flight, madam?" He looks slightly more intimidating now. I try to tell him - Kingfisher Airlines . But nothing comes out of my mouth and this man is looking more threatening with each moment. "What was happening? First I forget when my fight is and now I cant speak?"
I want to cry . I want to run . But I just can't move . The security guards are crowding down on me . They are going to cuff me and throw me in some sort of Guantanamo Bay . " Help ! Help me ! " But no one noticed , they all just continued moving towards arrivals , departures or just milling around. Maybe it was because my lips were moving but no sound exuded out.
I had to move . I had to do something.
Then I woke up...