Wings Of Love

Haridas POV

Back from a few days' leave to complete the remaining exams for my Engineering Degree, I found myself back in my usual rhythm at the Air Force base, focusing on the detailed inspection of wireless equipment on each aircraft assigned to me. The day started as expected, with each aircraft requiring my undivided attention to ensure everything was in order. After meticulously checking each system, I proceeded to update each aircraft's logbook, making careful notes of any observations. I added my signature to each entry, feeling a small sense of accomplishment at each completed log.

Just as I was finishing, I received a notice instructing me to report to Flight Sergeant Kapoor, our ground crew chief. A cold rush of apprehension ran through me. Flight Sergeant Kapoor was known for his unyielding standards, his intense work ethic, and his precision. His reputation as a strict disciplinarian preceded him, and I had heard stories from others about how meticulously he could critique the smallest of mistakes. Immediately, I wondered if something in my checks had fallen short, if I'd missed a crucial detail, or if he had discovered a flaw in my work.

As I made my way toward his office in the hangar, I wore a look of quiet anxiety, my mind racing over every recent task, trying to recall if anything could have possibly gone wrong. My friend Pilla caught sight of me and, sensing my unease, approached with a curious look.

"Why do you look so serious? Where are you headed?" he asked a hint of mischief in his tone.

"I've been called to the chief's office," I replied, trying to sound casual, though my worry seeped into my voice.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "What for? Something wrong with your daily inspection?"

"Not that I know of," I muttered, though doubt gnawed at me.

He clapped a hand on my shoulder and said, "Good luck, then. Maybe it's nothing. Just go and find out. It's better than worrying about it."

I gave him a weak smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten my mood, and continued on my way. Still, his words didn't erase my concerns. I couldn't shake the feeling that I might be called in to answer for an error or, perhaps, to take on an additional task as a way of proving myself under Kapoor's discerning eye.

Finally, I reached the door of his office and took a steadying breath. As I glanced in, I saw Sergeant Kapoor engrossed in a discussion with another officer, their expressions serious. I took the opportunity to compose myself, waiting just outside, gathering my thoughts. After a few minutes, that person finished his business and left, nodding as he passed me on his way out. Seeing my chance, I stepped up to the door, cleared my throat, and knocked lightly.

"May I come in Chief?"