It was dark and quiet. No one spoke. Even kids weren't playing. I turned my face to see if Zain was awake. No, he wasn't. I felt hungry. They hadn't served us from two hours. "I didn't eat at the airport too, huh." I mumbled to myself.

After 10 minutes, I saw an air hostess entering the cabin with a trolley carried by another. It was time for some food. Thank God. She came to my seat and handed me a tray with food on it. I hope it's good. I thought. "What do you want?" The wide-eyed air hostess asked me. "Um..I would like to have a Mango juice". I replied. "Sorry, we don't have a mango juice." She told me. Oh.My.God. What are you doing here then? I spoke to myslef. I had a habit of doing this. "Get lost then!". I mumbled. She left me. Of course, she heard it.

"Old boot." I heard Zain murmur. You're full of shit. Everytime he replied me, this thing came to my mind. But I didn't plan to say it.

The food was wrapped with aluminium foil. I opened it. Yuck. Lentil soup with Rice. I hated it more than I hated fire. It had salad and a small pastry along with it. I loved pastries. So I ate it. Nothing else.

After 15 minutes, I saw Zain had cleared it. "How did you eat it!" I asked in astonishment. "Duh" He turned his face away.

I planned to sleep when I felt lazy. I laid my head on the back of that uncomfortable seat and slept for a long time.