Flying Reflections

So it has been a while since i blogged. Time they say is the rarest of all precious things. I couldn’t agree more!

Last week, i got some time off this crazy world to spend time watching tiny planes land. Most people simply ignorant of the joy in such small things. The rest too absorbed in their lives to gaze around- to look at the beauty beyond their comfortable lives.

Well whatever the case- this sight has always fascinated me. Take me to the airport and i’l get you hooked!

And in that sunny yet chilly afternoon- there I was – surrounded by these sharp looking pilots- the guardians of these terrific beasts. There I was watching tiny aircrafts landing to my hearts content.

Aircraft landing

Aircrafts have always played a big role in my life. They are a mystery I never want to unravel – yet one I always want to be in. They have this aura of so much power yet gracefully emitting this strength in a nonchalant almost consistent fashion. Through the hands of time, one thing never changes. They must take off. And they must land. Period.

Somewhat like humans – don’t you think? A lot of things in life changes us. It builds us up – it tears us down. It forces us to weep during the sunniest moments, and yet have this strength during our weakest. And yet one thing remains the same. Our purpose here on this Earth. It never changes. Just like a take- off. Just like a landing.

My love for aircrafts begun years ago. These flighty creatures have brought near ones to me. The same beasts have taken dear ones away from me. It is something I cant complain about. It is a feeling you just keep in your heart. It might lie somewhere at the bottom of your already full box of memories. But be there it will.

And as I sat there gazing at the runway –  I realized just how alike life is to a plane landing. How important it is for a pilot to forge a relation with his aircraft. To learn the tricks and trade of his own machine. To know every button, every key- to test the limits of this creature. Its like finding a better half in real life and adapting to them. Being in sync with them and allowing not a perfect relation- but a relation that simply works together.

I realized how different forces- gusts of wind, storms,heavy rains and even snow can create mishaps- yet man and machine manoeuvre through this with skill and confidence aiming at nothing but the landing strip.

I realized how important it was not to wait for too long or be to quick. How the landing would take place when the time was right. Somewhat like relationships. Not too hasty. Not to desperate. That the perfect person would come along not when you wanted them. Not when they wanted it. But when both your forces came together to let you into this majestic union. And then the opportunity was yours. To either let the plane meet the strip in a smooth fashion and graze along the tarmac in a matrimonial stop- or to miss the landing altogether and fly the skies in search of a better runway at the risk of fatigued engines and empty fuel tanks.

The choice is but ours. What we make of it, defines just what kind of a landing you want.

And as plane after plane landed- I realized their timing was just perfect..

I could have set there all day – but time wouldn’t allow it.

And the small plane I saw- it’s safety in the small of the hanger in the heart of Nairobi, I realized one thing- No matter where I would fly, no matter where I would venture, no matter what conditions I weathered, It all came down to where I found my safety- A safety in the hand I held.

Holding handsA safety to a destination I ventured into exactly 3 years ago.

A safety in my own little hanger that sheltered me from plenty and in return that let me fill up its small space in a little cosy understanding.



Happy to land where i did. Still crazy over aeroplanes..

x x


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