Good bye, Frank!
Jonathan's heart grew heavier. One of his fellow seagulls, Franklyn, was leaving the The Royal School of Flight Technology. Jon was sobre. May be because he might not meet his good friend so frequently. Or may be because their plan to visit Alps was cancelled. Or may be because he was, just like any normal gull, resisting change.
He went to the sea shore to bid his friend a sweet good bye. From there, a flock was scheduled to leave for the island a few miles away; Frank would join it. From there on it's a day's flight to Frank's place; he planned to join another flock on his way home. He wished he had a friend to accompany him. But, by then, he had already learnt to get acquainted to new people and new situations.
It was a warm afternoon. Frank was flapping his wings at every single gull he knew. He was flaunting his big grin with a touch of nostalgia to every face he saw, whether he knew them or not. He was dearly attached to the school campus. He actualy felt like staying for a week more. But he had to join a consulting company that's working on models to gather fish from shallow waters in 2 salt water lakes and 2 gulf areas in the Southern Takitekino region in Japan. He was looking forward to those new challenges and responsibilities. But what attracted him the most were three things - handsome pay package, a good night life and of course gulls of fairer sex. He somehow liked japanese gulls better than any other female gull. Might be because his first crush was a japanese she-gull. Jon got placed in a fortune-500 company where he would be dealing with express delivery sevices. He was told that he could later move on to marketing their canned fish and worms. He hated the idea of canned food. He already had a lot of it at school where his mess food was unpalatable. But the word 'Marketing' in itself was exciting. He would have to strike deals with many global clients. And wouldn't that be exciting? With a couple of years of work-ex there, he could even think of an MBA in an Ivy League B-School! Of course he also wanetd fat pay-cheques and a good metro life, though he didn't have a special liking for foreign she-gulls. According to him, nativity and language didn't matter. He just wanted people around him to know that he had a hot she-gull friend.
The flock captain blew the boarding whistle. Those friends knew that they can meet only after a long time - when their vacation schedules matched. They first promised each other that they would keep in touch by 'e-mail', chat and phone. Later they'd decided to write to each other as well. They were technology specialists now. But they firmly believed that a handwritten letter would keep their emotions alive. E-mails and SMSs would never match the excitement of opening a letter from a loved one and reading it. Jon gave him a hug. Frank smiled. The whistle blew and finally the flock started on their flight.
Frank turned back to adjust his bag. At the edge of his eye, he saw Jon, who was eagerly waiting for him to turn back. He could see a tear rolling down Jon's cheek. Frank yelled aloud, "Jon, take care". They were already too far from each other for Jon to hear those words.
He went to the sea shore to bid his friend a sweet good bye. From there, a flock was scheduled to leave for the island a few miles away; Frank would join it. From there on it's a day's flight to Frank's place; he planned to join another flock on his way home. He wished he had a friend to accompany him. But, by then, he had already learnt to get acquainted to new people and new situations.
It was a warm afternoon. Frank was flapping his wings at every single gull he knew. He was flaunting his big grin with a touch of nostalgia to every face he saw, whether he knew them or not. He was dearly attached to the school campus. He actualy felt like staying for a week more. But he had to join a consulting company that's working on models to gather fish from shallow waters in 2 salt water lakes and 2 gulf areas in the Southern Takitekino region in Japan. He was looking forward to those new challenges and responsibilities. But what attracted him the most were three things - handsome pay package, a good night life and of course gulls of fairer sex. He somehow liked japanese gulls better than any other female gull. Might be because his first crush was a japanese she-gull. Jon got placed in a fortune-500 company where he would be dealing with express delivery sevices. He was told that he could later move on to marketing their canned fish and worms. He hated the idea of canned food. He already had a lot of it at school where his mess food was unpalatable. But the word 'Marketing' in itself was exciting. He would have to strike deals with many global clients. And wouldn't that be exciting? With a couple of years of work-ex there, he could even think of an MBA in an Ivy League B-School! Of course he also wanetd fat pay-cheques and a good metro life, though he didn't have a special liking for foreign she-gulls. According to him, nativity and language didn't matter. He just wanted people around him to know that he had a hot she-gull friend.
The flock captain blew the boarding whistle. Those friends knew that they can meet only after a long time - when their vacation schedules matched. They first promised each other that they would keep in touch by 'e-mail', chat and phone. Later they'd decided to write to each other as well. They were technology specialists now. But they firmly believed that a handwritten letter would keep their emotions alive. E-mails and SMSs would never match the excitement of opening a letter from a loved one and reading it. Jon gave him a hug. Frank smiled. The whistle blew and finally the flock started on their flight.
Frank turned back to adjust his bag. At the edge of his eye, he saw Jon, who was eagerly waiting for him to turn back. He could see a tear rolling down Jon's cheek. Frank yelled aloud, "Jon, take care". They were already too far from each other for Jon to hear those words.
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