I’m in a small cubicle with a family of 6 strangers. Laden with diamonds, gregarious, robust, extremely loud people. 🙄🙈

A couple in their early 30s, another couple who I assume are their parents or in laws in their late 50s and another aunty I suppose in her late 60s.(Luckily she has a sore throat so her volume is bearable. 🙏🏻)And a young lady in her 20s. She’s inaudible too.I guess she saw me scowl.🤨)

They’re all talking like they are addressing the last row in a theatre,😡 laughing (heehahahahohum!!! Like a fairy tale demon.))🤬, standing rather overpowering the only place that can allow some mobility to others.🤯( worst still it’s the only passage that leads to the toilet😥.) and moving around this 12ft by 6ft cubicle without realising that me and the other two next to me do not belong to their family.🤨😖😡

I love a family that’s happy go lucky, has fun together,laughs loudly and cracks jokes at each other. I really do but this is a little much considering this place we are all stuck in is not their home and I’m not a part of their party. Which they obviously don’t realise. They probably think I’m one of their long lost relative.😬

Maybe it’s the copious amount of soda they’ve consumed. Sugar kick I guess. 🤔

They’ve discussed masa, masi,tayaji, tauji, phupaji ,some car, Starbucks, friends,family, hair,makeup,food, jwellery, nails,saunth,saag, sardi, garmi, everything from Delhi to mumbai. They have also done a full on photo shoot. A million selfies, various poses with varied combinations with each member of the family.They have smiled and laughed,pouted, winked and waved at the camera alone and as a family while I’m trying to duck under the seat to avoid my finger or hair to disturb their photo session.

One aunty has opened her hair, it’s long and spreading on the floor like a carpet and is threatening its way into my tea😱.Forget it I don’t need to have tea🤢. The young guy has taken off his shoes propped up his feet on the wall and I’ve never been so grateful for a sinus attack😶🤧😷. And uncle has started reading the newspaper for all of us🤓.Film names and show timings incase we didn’t have enough entertainment already today😇🙏🏻

I ve tried to ignore this circus but it’s difficult when you are stuck in an elevator with 6 loud, overpowering people.🤯Unfortunately it’s not an elevator or else I’d ve hopped off on the next floor.🏃‍♀️

I have to calm these people down before I loose it 😡so I try everything from giving dirty looks, to frowning, to rolling my eyes but I can’t seem to get the message across may be it’s the glares or I just forgot to express😫.Either ways they continue. The only thing missing is a patiala pegs,tandoori chicken and some dhol.

Am sure you’ll are wondering why am I just not leaving.🤔

Believe me I want to leave,abandoning the comfort of 1st class. But jumping from the altitude of 36000 feet without a parachute doesn’t sound very promising. Yet I almost considered it but the doors are locked and so I am stuck In “the Loud House.”

P.S.-I have finally survived this flight without biting anyone’s head off or an emergency landing. But they leave me wit a disturbing visual. As soon as we have landed all the 4 women have taken out their Louis Vuitton suitcases (not purses mind you)pulled out their flashy glares and hair brushes, opened their long rapunzel hair and brushed it out. The flight resembles the hide of an orangutan now. I wonder why the glares and brushes couldn’t fit into their purses but well what do I know Ive never used a branded bag inmy life.