ME, THE ONLY SURVIVAL OF THE PLANE CRASH

(Before I write, May the soul of the people who died in the crash of Tara airlines (2072-11-12) flying to Jomsom from Pokhara Rest in Peace in heaven and may God provide the courage to overcome the sorrow to the families of victims.)

The winter was about to end and was the summer in the way. The cold days were warming up taking off the warm clothes from human bodies. And me, I had been able to manage a week's holiday for some refreshment, away from my work, away from the table with bulky books and away from the pollution of the city. Yeah, away from those all, I was planning a holiday trip to Mustang. Mustang is a district, a part of Dhaulagiri Zone, is one of the seventy-five districts of Nepal, a landlocked country of South Asia. The district, with Jomsom as its headquarters, covers an area of 3573 km. It had been my long wish to visit and explore the place and was more than excited as I could cut off one more thing to do from my bucket list.

I had taken the air ticket from Pokhara to Jomsom airport for Saturday morning. On Saturday with a packed bag, small, handy and containing all the necessary items, I moved towards Pokhara regional airport. At about 8:45 the plane I was boarding took off from the airport changing the big buildings into smaller objects and giving the bird’s eye view of the Pokhara valley. It had only become about 10 minutes after the plane took off I was looking at the air hostess, beautiful and charming but with a fake smile that I could distinguish and was trying to find out the reason behind her fake smile as she was talking over the radio with the pilot from the cabin. It took no longer for me to get informed about her fake smile when she informed the passengers that there was a problem in one of the engines. She suggested everyone there not to worry and not to panic. No sooner had she said so the plane lost its balance.

I woke up listening to the barking of the dogs. I tried to wake up on my feet, tried to figure out the surroundings sadly I could do none of these. The only thing I could see was smoke, the thing I could smell was blood and the thing I could hear was the barking of dogs from a distance. Minutes later I could hear the voice of people, the army men who were talking in their walkie-talkie. Then a dog, search dog, came near to me barked loudly. As I was lifted to the rescue helicopter, I could see the people collecting the body parts of other passengers. Later I came to know that I was the only person who survived in that crash. I was taken to the hospital and as the doctor there was about to inject me to sleep, I woke up shouting and realized it was a dream. And I slept again thanking God for it was only a dream.