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TICKET WORTH A MILLION DOLLAR

 It was long since I started staring at aeroplanes (ബീമാനം in my words )..


I think I was with my siblings in mud and stones- were we  all turned around towards that beautiful fly with heavy noice...


I never stopped looking at it even at the middle of noon where sun stands right over your head - 


I kept looking at it closing one eye to manage those sun-rays falling on to your cornea - making you blind, and at times I switched the eye to manage the strain of those rays


Every time we stopped the game , just to follow that big bird flying 


Nothing bothered me watching it , even if it was at the middle of school assembly, just a quick flick to stare....


Every time I saw the bird- thought soon a day I will fly in or at least would see in front.


But days went away .. moved from LP school to UP school.. nothing changed.. 


One day ..went to pick up my uncle who was coming from Muscut to Calicut,at calicut airport .in fact - it was not to see uncle rather to see this bird. But unfortunately, nothing worked as I thought, still I could hear his voice near - ohh !! It was musical 


Again days passed -moved to calicut for High school studies , met a few friends who traveled abroad, heard a lot of stories about the bird , wov wov wov ... but when can I touch her!!!!?


Everytime my friend came back - ran and met him to ask about his international flying. Even though it had a lot of spices , Added those pictures in to my brain🤩 marvellous, felt jealous 


Joined medschool , met many NRI friends who came just for studies here in India and they fly back often , they 🤨 thought something was wrong with me - asking about the bird on late teen age.. but fantasy kept me dreaming 


Became a doctor , working in india , most friends works at middleast , but still I could not get an opportunity to fly !!


Then the day approached - where I got my first international flight ticket- with no sponsors- I was proud to get this as an achievement of my hardwork 



I flew - first time crossing the  indian boarder🇮🇳 to 🇬🇧 ,from kochi to London airport in a huge bird with a ticket that I earned to attend a medical exam with hardwork and determination on 26th Feb 2019



It took 27 years of my age for me to cross the country -right from childhood , school , higher secondary, med school and Job.


it was a 13 hours long journey - have cherished every moment of it.


This ticket worths a million dollar in my pages❤️



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  1. Neha Sakkir28 November 2021 at 08:20

    😍nammalde nth agraham an nadakathe..... Alla khairinum padachon kude indavum 💫

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