Wondering and wanderings

Coming back to Delhi, there were two kids on the plane, probably flying for the first time. They thoroughly enjoyed every bit of the experience and I enjoyed listening to their reactions. Started with shrieks during take off and then commentary on everything they could see from the window and inside the plane. Reminded me of a conversation with the girls from Anandshala staying at Harali. They were super excited to learn about what it means to fly, when they realized I was travelling to Delhi in a plane. A snippet from that conversation:

“ढग कसे दिसतात?”
“कापसा सारखे”
“ताई हात लावून बघा जाताना आणि सांगा कापसासारखेच लागतात का हाताला”
“हात बाहेर काढता येत नाही.” (I explain in detail about air pressure, pressurized cabin etc.)
“फोटो काढ मग ढगाच्या वर गेल्यावर”
“अगं विमान बंद असतं सांगितलं ना ताईनी, फोटो कसा काढणार.”
“ए, काच असते म्हणली ना डोक्याएव्हढी गोल.” (a quick retort followed by a hopeful glance at me) “येतं ना ताई काढता फोटो?”
“हो येतो. मी फोटो आणि व्हिडिओ काढून वनिताताईला पाठवून देईन.”
“नको ताई, तुमीच घेऊन या. मग गोष्ट सांगा “

English translation:
“What do clouds look like?”
“Like spun cotton”
“Tai, touch them when you fly next time, and tell us if they feel like a cotton ball?”
“Can’t take out your hand when flying” (I explain in detail about air pressure, pressurized cabin etc.)
“Take a photo when you are above the clouds then.”
“Didn’t Tai tell us the plane is closed, how is she going to take a photo?”
“hey, she said there is a glass window, the size of a head” (a quick retort followed by a hopeful glance at me) “you can take a photo, right?”
“Yes, I can take a photo. I will take photos and videos and send it to Vanitatai”
“No, tai. Bring it next time with you and tell us a story”