Recently I happened to be traveling from Kerala to Indore by flight. I love airports all meshed in steel and glass… I could see flights takeoff and landing as easy as birds flying. The onward flight was smooth. It was a pleasure for me to pee in the plane. I observed how urine passed from my phallus at high altitudes. Watching the flight attendants wearing minis and stockings was a pleasurable oedipal fantasy. It’s long time since I’ve seen women wearing minis. Looking at their glamorous legs, their sensuous calves gave me a passion which burst the wings of my heart. I also thank the Indian Govt. for providing smoking zones in the airport. The burst of power while takeoff made me feel as though my body is jerking like a tornado. Soon the plane landed in Indore. I was greeted by father-in-law at the airport. The reason for going to Indore was that my father-in-law was having a pacemaker implanted in his heart. Soon the operation got over and he was quickly recovering. I watch the women of Indore with glee. Some of them wore sleeveless kurtas. They looked pretty attractive. On our return journey, the weather was turbulent. The plane was swinging to and fro like a rocking horse. I landed in the airport in the night. The driver came to receive me. I also had the fortune to taste some good Indore food, especially Rumali Rotti, (a very thin chappati made of wheat) and sumptuous mutton curry. Indore days are a grandiose memoir.