My Father and I had to attend a marriage at Rawalpindi. We decided to go by air. He bought two tickets on Friday and drove to the airport in a taxi. As we proceeded towards the aircraft, my heart began to beat like a drum.

I entered the plane and sat beside my father. I fastened the seat belt, before the plane began to move towards the runway. Soon it gained speed and rose gently into the air. Before long it was flying at a height of thirty thousand feet. The houses looked like huts for the dolls and the trees like tiny plants. Soon the air hostess brought us tea in a tray. I had hardly finished it, when a voice on the loudspeaker asked us all to fasten the seat belts. At last, the plane stopped in front of the Rawalpindi airport building. We came out to hire a taxi for the Holiday Inn. This was the best journey of my life and I was sorry when it came to an end so soon.