My father took us on a pleasure trip to Katmandu, the Capital of Nepal. We went by air. We had got reservation of tickets long in advance. We reached India Gandhi International Airport two and half-hours earlier than the scheduled flight-time. We had to complete some customs and other formalities before emplaning.
Our plane was ready for flight. It was a very big and spacious aeroplane with luxurious seats. It looked so royal, impressive and wonderful. It was for the first time that 1 had seen aeroplanes. I was really excited and full of many expectations. Our seats were near the windows, which gave us a fine view of the outside world.
The pilot started the engines which gave out a loud roar, and then it began to move. Soon it was airborne and flew higher and higher. I looked through the window and enjoyed the panoramic view of the city. The river Yamuna looked like a silver-thread broken here and there. The people looked like dots and buildings like toys. I was filled with great joy and thrill. Our plane flew smoothly and glided through the air like a bird. The trees, houses, buildings, rivers etc., seemed flying away backward with a great speed. Small woolly clouds floated around us making the view that of a fairyland. The plane glided at area speed so smoothly that I hardly felt any movement and motion, but a very gentle push. The landscape below presented an enchanting sight.
Soon we were over the Himalayan Mountains. The snowcapped peaks, clothed in soft clouds here and there, presented a wonderful sight beyond words. I took out the binoculars to have a close and better look of the majestic peaks, mighty rivers, valleys and forests. As I viewed these, a strange and pleasant sensation ran through my spine. In the sun-light, the snow-covered mountain-peaks looked as if they were of gold. They changed colours along with the change in the degrees of sunshine and shadows of clouds.
In no time we reached our destination, and our plane began circling over the Tribunal Airport. The landing was very smooth and comfortable. A very intimate friend of my father lived in Katmandu. He was already there at the airport to receive us. It was a very pleasant and new experience for me to fly over to Katmandu from New Delhi. It looked like a short but a wonderful dream. Can I ever forget this experience? No, never. It has left an indelible impression on my mind.