On an ATR flight from Hyderabad to Cochin, I had the window seat next to the propellers. The blades seemed huge up close and when the engine fired and they started to turn.
Blades merged with blades, and soon there was nothing. The blades in their fiery speed became one with the things around, and seem to have vanished. Only the black warhead like nose at the centre of the rotors whirred like some Bosch hammer drill, being used in the middle of a lonely night.
When the invisible rotors lifted me into the skies, I thought about my Lord. The Lords presence, like the invisible rotor blades, is mostly felt, rarely seen.
Thank you for a wonderful flight.