Flight Over The Roofs

All day and all nights long the flights keep flying over the roofs of the slums far below.

On broad daylight the windows of the huge flying machines could be seen; and during the dark hours the blinking lights at the corner of the stretched wings and tails.

They keep moving over the roofs all day and all nights long.

The little kid, half naked and malnourished, runs out of the one-roomed-hut each time he hears the groaning sound of the airplane. He runs out to point his curious eyes at the mammoth jumbos all day and all nights long till his nerves are all steady and awake.

He looks at them till they disappear behind the skyscrapers around. Only then he sighs and turns his kiddy steps back. Sometimes he pauses and glances at the sky from where the plane has disappeared.

He returns to his cottage each time only with an increased determination to fly away with such one when he should reach his age…

In his vision he enters the cockpit, turns the switches on…a sweetly groaning sound of machines rolling and then…huuushhh!!!

Within a fraction of second he leaves the touch of the ground and plays with the clouds high above…

…he eagerly waits to reach the age…for sure…!