A trip to the airport, many years back was a journey in marvel. We went by an taxi.
We bought visitor’s ticket for entry to the airport.
Then we had to go through security checking. We sat at a restaurant meant for the visitors.
At the restaurant we had cutlets, tea and sandwiches.
We went for a bit of window shopping at the shops and checked out the goodies. But we didn’t buy anything.
At those times much of the restrictions weren’t there.At first there weren’t any planes on the runway or to watch. Suddenly with a thunderous roar landed a Air France flight and then an Air Japan flight.
It was a delight to see those aeroplanes arrive.We saw the passengers getting down from the flights and on the whole it made our journey worthwhile.
While on our way back, we met a balloon seller standing outside the airport.
He asked us to buy two of his balloons.
We politely declined him.
Emotionally he said-“You folks come to the airport to watch the aeroplanes fly, my balloons too fly in the air but no one buys them.”
His outburst seemed a bit rational to me.I turned towards my parents and said-“Ma, Baba what he says is true.Please buy two balloons from him.”
We bought two balloons and the balloon seller seemed pleased with it and more than him I was very happy with the balloons and came home nearly dancing all way for to save those balloons my father took a taxi to get back home.
That was our journey to the airport.
Adios!
