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Hundreds of miles above the sea I let my body surrender to the deep luxury of the airborne seat and the languorous vacuum fills the senses. No phone for the next so many hours! If there is anything more restful than a looong flight home after a strenuous visit abroad it can only think of a
cruise on a luxury liner I muse as the stewardess solicitously ministers attention and vintage wines. The lobster Thermidore entrée looks lovely, I observe lazily with half an eye on my husband beside me – as he appreciates the tall neat figure and attractive looks of the
statuesque lady sitting across the aisle. She is easily the best looking lady around I concede as I drift into alpha state of euphoric languor.
But suddenly the captains voice crackles of a sudden with ominous instructions to fasten seat belts and immediate measures for an emergency landing. Even as he speaks the plane is nose-diving downwards and the plates and cutlery fly and panicked frazzle takes over.
There are some things you cannot share without ending up becoming friends – a panic situation most of all! The charming lady passenger with us I learn is Rati Agnihotri - I should have recognized her. The years away from the silver screen have not changed her much – radiant complexion. Rati is delightful company I discover while waiting the long interim hours while the hullabaloo was resolved , four of us at the airport restaurant, awaiting our further travel to home-ground, enjoying ourselves as if it were a Jaunt.
|Tanuj Virvani & Neha Hinge|
|Film trade guru Komal Nahata with Rati|
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