Thousands of passengers…
Each having a different destination, each travelling for a different reason. Some starting their journey, some ending, and a select few just passing through.
Hundreds of people working twenty four hours a day and seven days a week for the security and comfort of the thousands, who for them are just faceless dots without an identity…
Hundreds of people working twenty four hours a day and seven days a week for the security and comfort of the thousands, who for them are just faceless dots without an identity…
And then there are the airplanes themselves. Made of tons and tons of metal, plastic and wires. Carrying hundreds of people; their cargo, and hopes, dreams and aspirations and a plethora of emotions. Roaring, growling monsters as if, yet taking to the air unsupported, effortless, and full of elegance…
Oh I could spend hours and hours and hours at the airport and still not grow tired!
Why are airports so enigmatic?
[The video is courtesy of YouTube and Abhishek Singh. I do not own the video.]
Why are airports so enigmatic?
[The video is courtesy of YouTube and Abhishek Singh. I do not own the video.]
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