An affair in the air

She entered the economy class area of the airplane with a pink bag-pack around her shoulders and a red trolley-bag in her hands. She looked at the air-steward with a deliberate shyness in her eyes and a sophisticatedly overwhelmed look on her face. She looked around the airplane to locate her seat and resting her quivering eyes when she spotted her seat along the 3^rd row. Her eyes then darted towards the over-head bins to place her red trolley-bag. She tried to lift it, but dropped the bag a little with a muffled “uh.”

The air-steward came right then to her, lifted her bag to the over-head bin, while saying to her, “Your bag is quite heavy mam.” She replied with half a small smile and a deliberate softness in her voice, “I know. I am so sorry that you had to lift that.” She then sat with ease on her newly “empty” first class seat as the air-steward made her comfortable with a glass of juice and candies to receive that half a small smile again.

As the plane took off, she finally sat back and smiled in her nonchalant manner to the evening sky through the window. She was a girl, and a feminist. And she knew that.