The plane kept surprisingly steady that it was unbelievable that there was such turbulence not long ago.
“Oh, yes, I do that, too. I often fold my cardigan like that and use as a pillow. It’s relaxing, right?,” said Asha with a smile.
“A light cardigan like this is so comfortable to the touch that it’s so nice to put your face on it to relax. I’m just not really good with flights,” said Hayley and closed her eyes again.
“So, why are you going to New York?,” she asked Asha once again.
Asha began to talk about her whole story, about us, about how she went to Paris to study, then about her family, and about her mother, almost as to recite a story. All throughout, Hayley listened quietly to Asha’s story, with her eyes closed.
“Listening to your story as I hold your hand, took me back to when I was small when I would do exactly this and chit chat with my little sister…,” said Hayley.
She took a sip of water from her cup and asked Asha, “So what are your dreams?”
“Oh, I had many, so many. They were all my dreams. But then I began to think, if I held onto so many desires and call them dreams, they would never come true. So, for me, I struggle to find a place for this word, ‘dream,’ in my life now. I keep telling myself, I will make this happen. It won’t be just another dream. I tell myself that I can make what I desire a reality. Michael Jordan would say, ‘Just Do It!’ and that’s so me. For me, dreams are my future reality.”
Asha began to lose track of what she was saying but kept rambling on about her strong conviction of how she is going to walk through her life.
“For me, I want to give everything I got in an area I excel the most in. I want to give all my love to someone important for me. Not to be shy but really give all that I have, all that I can.”
said Asha as she gazed out at the color of the sky outside.

“Actually, I’m leaving Paris for New York because of the many sad and painful experience I had. One reason for that is I foolishly thought that someone is going to make my dream come true for me, now that I think about it. I thought I could live, just with my dream but in fact, I found myself to be so weak, afraid to thrust myself into anything…,” said Haley and buried her face in the cardigan pillow.
Asha took Hayley’s hand and whispered, “Just Do It…”
Asha couldn’t get over the fact that Hayley, her fellow passenger, had such a wonderful scent, so much so that she couldn’t help but feel close to her that it wasn’t their first time meeting.
After landing in New York and they said their good-byes, Asha couldn’t get Hayley’s light blue cardigan out of her mind.