The Titanic, neither trains of Indian Railway nor any other large moving objects moved this man of strong will power the way a small flying aeroplane could. Where many people could have been satisfied just by flying in one of those planes, this man wanted to control and fly the bird himself.
Once when we (Prashanth, Lijo, Uttara, Ajit and me) visited the RAAF museum, there was a small plane in bright yellow and white colour. I would have called it a banana and cream. I could see this genius observing the banana (the yellow plane). That was the day he decided to fly one. Soon in a few days he was flying high around the city of Melbourne in a small plane and we all are still happy that the thought of landing that plane on the roof of our Queensberry house dint strike him while he was at the cockpit.
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