Chapter 3: First Flight

Chapter 3: First Flight

Intro:

The dream had begun to take shape. Aryan was now in flight school, surrounded by cadets from across the country. But he was not out of turbulence yet.

Story:

Flight school was both exhilarating and terrifying. Aryan was the only student from a rural background. Most of the others had attended elite schools, spoke fluent English, and had flown in planes multiple times. Aryan felt like a stranger. His accent, clothes, and even his confidence were tested.

But he held onto his grit. He arrived early for every class, stayed late in the simulator labs, and spent weekends reading aviation manuals cover to cover. Slowly, he earned respect. His instructors noticed his dedication and precision.

Still, Aryan feared his first real solo flight. It was the final test before certification. He had practiced countless hours, but now he would be truly alone in the cockpit.

The day arrived. He suited up in his flight gear, heart pounding. As he walked toward the small trainer aircraft, he thought of his paper planes, his father’s words, and the old model on his childhood desk.

“Clear to taxi,” said the control tower.

Aryan repeated the phrase, voice steady. The engine roared to life. The runway stretched ahead like a promise.

“V1. Rotate,” he whispered as he lifted off.

The ground fell away. The sky embraced him. Clouds rushed past like old friends. He wasn’t scared. He felt at home.

After twenty minutes of maneuvering, Aryan brought the plane down with a smooth landing. Instructors applauded. He had passed.

He called home that night. His mother cried. His father, weak but smiling, said, “I always knew you’d fly.”

Outro:

Years later, Captain Aryan flew commercial jets across continents. But he never forgot the boy with paper planes. And every time he took off, he whispered to himself, “The sky was never the limit. It was just the beginning.