For many of us, especially from my generation, the first flight is a memorable event, given how air travel was far less common and affordable back then.

When I was sent on a sudden training assignment to Mumbai, I faced the challenge of securing a ticket at the last minute. With no available seats, I ended up taking a train. The journey was tough—no berth to sleep on, though fellow passengers tried to help. Exhausted and sleep-deprived, I arrived at the training institution only to find out my nomination had been canceled. Despite this, I was allowed to attend the training, but my office had not booked a return ticket for me.

After the training, I learned that no return tickets were available, but I was permitted to fly. The airfare from Mumbai to Chennai was Rs. 749.50, and I was given this amount in cash. Having never flown or booked a ticket before, I faced quite a challenge. After many inquiries and much confusion, I finally reached the ticket counter. I paid the fare, got the ticket, and checked it multiple times for accuracy.

The next day was thrilling—I was about to fly! I had written the flight number on all sides of my bag, much to the amusement of my colleagues. I worried about losing my bag, which contained all my meager wardrobe.

Despite the bemused looks from others, I navigated the check-in counter and was relieved to find that my bag would fit in the overhead lockers. With a few candies I had collected, I settled into my seat, gripping the arms tightly, and braced myself for takeoff. I wondered how long it would take to climb and, after a while, nervously peeked out the window. Seeing the vast expanse of the sea below and the wings stretching across it, I was convinced there was a crack in the wing. I considered telling the pilot or air hostess but was too intimidated by their polished appearance and my fear of stumbling over my English. I avoided conversation and just hoped everything would be alright.

Fortunately, the wings stayed intact throughout the flight. My concerns about using the toilet on board were thankfully unnecessary as no issues arose.

Continued in 140. Flights Of No Fancy - Part 2