Keeping fingers crossed, waiting outside the Head Of The Department’s cabin, Sukhada went up and down the corridor. With every passing moment, she grew more and more restless.All she wanted to hear was the calling bell from the cabin. As she was about to turn and walk down the corridor, once again, she heard what she was waiting for. “Ting ting”…out came the peon. With a smile on his wrinkled face, he said, “Doctor is calling you inside”.
With joy and anxiety, the palpitation was soaring high. Knocking on the door, she asked, “May I come in Sir?”
“Well, do come in”, permitted Dr Udayan, turning his chair from the window side towards the desk.
Sukhada approached the massive mahogany table that had many projects strewn on it. That sight made her nervous. Catching her attention, Dr Udayan said, “Relax. You can have a seat”.
“Thank you Sir”, said she with nervousness trickling from her sound.
“Well Sukhada, I read the synopsis of your project. The concept, the idea of your project appears way beyond the maturity and capability of the final year Aeronautical Engineering student”, he said with caution and reservation in his voice
“However, I must appreciate you for the choice of your project. Anything new always appears odd to begin with. So, I allow you to give us the demonstration of your model, as requested by you, out in open. It will be considered as the final assessment of your project”, asserted Dr Udayan.
Sukhada could not believe her ears. She sat motionless for a while with a flash of confused reactions on her face and twinkle in her eyes.
“Don’t you wish to go back and prepare for the demo tomorrow?”, quizzed Dr Udayan to fetch her attention to the present.
“Oh yes, yes. I have lot to make sure before the final demo”, said she with a great enthusiasm, fumbling a little bit while getting up from the chair.
“Easy, girl”, said Dr Udayan.Thanking him once again, she zoomed out of his cabin. Once out, she jumped with cheer. Loud burst of “Hurrah” with a feisty blow in the air followed. With sprint in her gait, she rushed towards her hostel. She could barley sleep all through out that night. When she got up, the next day to the sound of morning alarm, she felt heaviness in the head. With groggy eyes, she finished morning routine.
She lifted the model of the new age plane she had developed. She had fondly named it, “Kite”. The love for kite flying had navigated the direction of her studies. The gliding kites in the sky, scaling the heights against the air currents always held her fancy.
Now at the open field, a few kilometers away from her college, she stood with small control panel with a switch, in her hands. The “Kite” appeared all set to fly high at the click of the button on the plane. She had built a remotely monitored, solar powered, pilot less model of the fighter jet. “Kite” resembled the colorful kite she loved to fly when she was a little girl. It was programmed to go in circle of half a kilometer radius and half a kilometer above the land. It was programmed to land back safely at the point of origin.
Dr Udayan, few professors from Aeronautical Engineering department stood at a distance from her. Dr Udayan signaled to Sukhada to start the demonstration. She held her breath and hit upon the switch. Making much noise, the ‘Kite’ took off with a great elegance. Once airborne, Sukhada had a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the strong gust of winds in the open made her shiver.
“Forgot my sweater. It skipped mind. January days are always like this ”, she reflected, without loosing the sight of Kite. The Kite appeared little unsteady. It quivered. Before half way, its wings caved in. Soon the wings gave up the fight against the wind. Then came the descend. With a bang, the Kite fell on the ground. She said, ‘Wish it had strong wings’. With moist eyes, she hurried up in the direction of then faintly whizzing Kite.
Sukhada, now climbing the steps towards the podium, recollected her first tryst with building the pilot less model of the fighter plane; three decades ago. Today she was to be honoured with the prestigious “Indian Science Award”, for her contribution towards the usage of composite materials for building of pilot less fighter planes using indigenous material.
Sukhada had really come a long way up!
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Prompt for this week was to write a story and fit in the lines…
“The Kite fell on the ground. She said, ‘Wish it has strong wings!'”