Airline SkySaffron’s flight number SS142 departed from Indore airport at 6:40 am. The plane was carrying 112 passengers and 7 crew members, and was supposed to arrive in the coastal city of Konark about two hours later. The sky was clear that day, the air was light—everything seemed to pass peacefully.
Anya, a 25-year-old air hostess, entered the plane with her usual smile. It was the 18th month of her career—a profession she considered her dream from the bottom of her heart. She was not extraordinarily beautiful, but her smiling eyes and delicate stature endeared her to everyone. Colleagues used to call her the “bird of spring” of the cabin.
About 45 minutes after takeoff, as the plane was cruising at an altitude of more than 10,200 meters, a loud, rip-off whistling sound echoed from the rear. The next moment there was a loud bang. The plane began to shake violently, the passengers began to scream in panic. Anya hit the wall and fell—she still had the tray in her hand on which the tea was to be served.
That moment when the plane split in two in the middle of the sky—that was the moment when he felt that it was all over.
But no…
The few seconds after the explosion were as if time had broken and shattered. The wind roared into the cabin, the oxygen masks began to fall down like rain. There were screams everywhere—cries for help, cries of children, last prayers of the people.
“Calm down! Wear a mask!”
Trisha’s voice was trembling, but she was still screaming.
She stumbled between the seats. A mother was crying with her baby to her chest.
“Save my son…”
Trisha fixed the mask on the child’s face.
“Look at him, breathing. You also wear it. You can’t give up right now. ”
Then there was a tremendous shock.
The rear of the plane fell apart with a terrible creaking of metal.
Some people… At that moment, he disappeared into the sky.
Trisha jumped into the air. He felt as if someone had dragged his body and thrown it back. His waist got stuck in a broken structure. The pain was such that the breath stopped.
And then—suddenly—silence.
So deep that the ears start ringing.
When he opened his eyes, there were only clouds in front of him. Below… Nothing.
She was no longer on the entire plane.
She was just trapped in a broken part, which miraculously was still in the air.
“Is there any?”
His voice itself seemed alien to him.
There was no reply.
A few minutes later, she heard a groan. Nearby, a man was hanging from the seat, face covered in blood.
“Madam… Are we alive?”
There was no fear in his eyes, but disbelief.
Trisha swallowed and said,
“Yes… yet. ”
Just then, there was a broken sound from the cockpit—the radio was still working.
“This is Captain Arvind speaking… If a cabin crew is listening… Answer…”
Trisha cried.
“Sir! I am! Trisha… The back section is broken… Most people…”
A few seconds of silence.
Then a loud voice—
“God… Hey there, Trisha. Whatever is happening, you have done your duty. ”
“No, sir,” he said in a trembling voice,
“not yet. ”
Then there was another shock. This part also began to fall.
The wind speed was so strong that the body began to go numb. His fingers were slipping. The same man in front of him was screaming—
“Don’t leave me!”
Trisha grabbed his hand with one last force.
“If falling,” she said between tears,
“then not alone.” ”
And at that very moment—
among the clouds below, something opened.
An old, half-torn cargo parachute.
No one ever thought it would work.
But the skies had made a decision that day.
And before falling to the ground…
Fate breathed once more.