Fall.

When the warmth of summer is all but a fleeting moment and there's a certain chill in the air.

Fall.

When the forest is ablazed with flaming reds and yellows, and some part is gleaming with silvery tips.

Fall.

When I chase away the autumn cold with a cup of coffee liqueur in the company of a warm-hearted soul and chat the blues away.

I'm sick of working with lazy Indian crews who basically do nothing but a waste to space and oxygen. I'm sick of crews who pretend they know everything but inserted 4 compendiums in a 2-seater. I'm sick of sucking up to gay CSD who acts like bitch on Prozac just so that I don't get hell in a 7 hours flight. I'm sick of being moved around like a pawn in a chess game just because some people do things in their favour and decide I should suffer instead. I'm sick of flight deck who gets all worked up when a Muslim converts to Christian and proceeds to proclaim later on "ex-Soviet countries girls are easy".

I'm sick, sick, sick.