I am on my way !!: Florida

Some stories are meant to be written with a particular pen.

And I have decided to write all my stories for few coming months with this pen.- Cello papersoft

I am actually not branding a pen here while in one way I am definitely doing so.It all started that good moment when I borrowed a pen from my cousin for a minute or two at my uncle's place which I got to visit on my trip to India this year.
While I am that sort of a person who when borrows pen try to make sure not to walk away with it as it is usually the case. People just walk away in conversation taking the borrowed pen along, to never return it back. And this good way I have often lost some of my favorite pens.

When I say favorite, I mean that when I write with a pen for a longer time I tend to develop a bond with it and go emotional about it. Crazy I know. and when someone just walks away with it, I feel that was not really a great thing to do. Hence when I borrow a pen I make sure I just return that back thinking the other person could be one of my types who have actually developed a bond with his/her pen.

So I borrowed this pen from my cousin and when I wrote with it, I was like flattered with the kind of writing that came out with it.

And I went emotionless to betray my cousin and slipped it in my bag and literally stole away. And I actually did that. And it has been good three months that this wonderful pen of mine is still with me , creating stories(particularly grocery lists) and literally sharing a bond with me.

Fearing that the ink would run off anytime now, I have got a stock for it through one of my known dears coming down to Jacksonville from India. More stories to go written with my fresh stock of pens.

A word of thanks for those lovely people who got these for me.

Why are you giving me that look ?

Let me tell you, I am never willing to sit by window seats in plane. But now I don't mind.
I know you would be feeling what does this have to do with the title of this post.
Well lets just see.

So it has already been two months of procrastinating this thing called sky dive
Additional info : - "Procrastination" - As I say this word, he is always like What?!?. Please use some simple words. It takes so long to say that.

He had taken date already from Skydiving team and I just used to call them up
and get it scheduled for a later date. But this time, it could not be postponed anymore by the skydive services itself. So I had no option than to jump.

The pressure started building the moment I reached their premises. Loads of people were there which assured me of some courage. And I was actually clapping watching people to land down in those colorful parachutes.

And then it was my turn to get into the plane and fly off to 15k feet. And I was really scared. So the process is like there is a guide who jumps along. Infact one is tied to the guide with a harness. I was prepared with the harness on. We got into the plane and it took off and as it was getting higher , fear and excitement grew up in equal proportions. the guide has an instrument like a watch onto this wrist to know the height. And there is a camera onto his another wrist to capture video for the whole scene. And when it was 15K, he opened the plane's window, shot my last words into the video and shoooo. !!

We were under free fall, we were over the clouds, below the clouds, cutting through clouds, under that measured acceleration due to gravity and immense air pressure, we were falling and falling, and we kept falling till we reached height of 3k feet where the guide pressed a button to release the parachute. And it was a jerky stop. We were kinda floating at that height, and I could see that everything was smaller than usual, I was trying to locate him. The guide gave me a small ride in air steering parachute strings. And in a while we were set to land, just like an airplane does.

And on reaching grounds, I ran upto him and hugged him.
And only thing that I could envision into my thoughts was those clouds under me and I still see those clear. That feeling of free fall was like a dive away from life, like it was another world, like I was a bird, like I was understanding life is an opportunity. That was just a wonderful experience, a story in itself.

And yet again, he brought my way a lot more than I can express. He is kinda cute you know !

And yea, point comes to why I have started liking window seats in planes, So it is like to see what would be the the height when it would be in air... and I tell him "I CAN jump from this height I think" "It looked same when I jumped" "I jumped from this much height" "This view reminds me of that wonderful day". And now I want that wrist gear for measuring height.

Here are some pictures from the day !