He could sense it. The bizarre noise was enough to make him see the imminent danger.
His heart skipped a beat. His hair stood on their ends.
He knew the procedure under such a situation.
He peeked down.
He was above the bustling town. The moment he glanced down, he could see cross roads.
Was that a sign? He was on cross roads too.
He could go right out or he could make that last effort.
He took the call in a flash.
He sprung into action with all his might.
He was losing control.
He knew it was too late.
He closed his eyes.
“A Mig 21 aircraft crashed in the outskirts of the city of Ambala. The pilot Flt. Lt. Akash Mehra could not eject but he made sure to take the aircraft at a safe distance from the densely populated area, thereby saving thousands of lives.”