I was travelling to another country and had taken the morning flight. I was half asleep and was looking out of the window. An angel was standing on the wing of the plane and asking me to come out. How do go? I am in my body? But I do go out. This story is based on the experiences that I had while in meditation. Most of the incidents I have already recorded in poetry form which I will add here for reference. The story is woven around these incidents. I hope you like the story.