✈️ When the Skies Fell Silent

Today, I was supposed to write my usual horror tale. You know...the spine-tingling, pulse-racing kind that fills this space every week. But I couldn’t bring myself to type a single ghostly sentence.

Because this week, horror visited our reality.

Not in fiction. Not in shadows. But in broad daylight…

In India’s Ahmedabad, where Air India Flight 171, a Boeing 787 Dreamliner, met an unspeakable fate just seconds after takeoff.

✈️ The Final Flight of Air India 171

On June 12th, a Boeing 787 Dreamliner lifted off from Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel International Airport in Ahmedabad, destined for Frankfurt.

But something went terribly wrong.

Just seconds into the air, the aircraft experienced what is now believed to be a catastrophic dual engine failure (still not confirmed just one of many theory floating aorund at the time of writing this ). A final, desperate mayday call was issued. The Ram Air Turbine deployed. And then...silence. The plane plummeted back to the earth, erupting into a firestorm that devoured not only those onboard, but homes, cars, and the normalcy of dozens more on the ground.

There was only one survivor.

Vishwash Kumar Ramesh. A miracle in the middle of an unspeakable nightmare

When Mayday Becomes a Memory

Early reports from aviation officials and journalists reveal a chilling timeline: Dual engine failure within moments of takeoff (still not confirmed just one of many theories floating around at the time of writing this)

A cockpit struggling with no power.

A Ram Air Turbine (RAT)..the last-resort system..deployed (still not confirmed just one of many theories floating around at the time of writing this).

A terrifying mayday call that faded too soon.

And a plane that couldn’t climb, couldn’t hold, couldn’t return.

The pilots never retracted the landing gear. Was it human error? Or a system fighting for survival?

These are questions investigators will spend months decoding from the black box and cockpit voice recorders. But no report, no technical jargon, will ease the aching void left in the hearts of grieving families.

In Deep Mourning, From One Heart to Another

Today, I don’t write as a storyteller.

I write as a human being in mourning.

As someone who’s taken countless flights, never thinking twice.

As someone who knows that behind every boarding pass is a world of expectations...a reunion, a new life, a waiting family, a hopeful tomorrow.

I cannot begin to fathom the pain of the families waiting at the arrivals gate… who instead were handed silence, news headlines, and ashes.

The horror of this moment surpasses fiction. This is a pain that shakes the soul, that tests faith, that darkens the brightest hopes.

To those who lost someone on Flight 171, I have no perfect words. Only this: You are seen. You are held in collective heartbreak.

May your loved ones be remembered not as statistics in an air disaster, but as humans whose stories mattered.

⚠️ A Wake-Up Call for the Aviation World

This must be more than a national tragedy for the country. It must be a global wake-up call.

How could a Boeing 787-8 Dreamliner, equipped with some of the most advanced systems in modern aviation, lose both engines seconds into flight?

What was the role of the GEnx engines, or the fuel actuation system, or a potential software cascade failure?

Why weren’t multiple backups enough?

And how many more warnings must we ignore before fundamental reform takes root in the aviation industry?

Let us remember: these weren’t just technical failures. These were human losses...children who never got to grow up, mothers who’ll never return home, lovers torn apart by metal and flame.

There is no excuse for complacency. Safety protocols must evolve. Airlines, manufacturers, and regulators must prioritize human life over cost, reputation, or bureaucracy.

💔 Grief Is a Language We All Know

I don’t know anyone on that flight personally. But I cried.

Because in every seat on that plane, I saw someone I love.

I saw my mother’s face. My sibling’s voice. My best friend’s laughter.

I saw strangers who had dreams, birthdays, return tickets. I imagined the final phone calls. The unanswered texts. The travelers thinking about lunch, or love, or nothing at all...until everything changed in seconds.

That’s the thing about grief. You don’t need to know the names to feel the weight.

These weren’t passengers. They were people.

And they should be here. With us. Living.

🌍 The World Mourns With Ahmedabad

This isn’t just India’s loss...it’s the world’s.

From London to Lagos, New York to New Delhi, the shock has rippled globally. Aviation enthusiasts, journalists, pilots, and ordinary passengers are united in grief...and in growing demand for accountability.

And while some voices rush to assign blame or float conspiracies, I want to pause… and simply grieve.

To grieve the fathers who never came home.

The school kids who left a half-eaten breakfast behind.

The woman texting her sister, saying “see you soon.”

The toddler who still clutched a soft toy as rescuers pulled him from debris.

And the families who may never recover...not just emotionally, but financially, psychologically, spiritually.

🙏 In Memory, In Mourning, In Honor

To the grieving families: I won’t pretend to understand your pain.

But please know, I mourn with you. From thousands of miles away, across screens and headlines, your loss has shattered something inside all of us.

To the lone survivor: Your journey is only just beginning.

You carry not just your own trauma, but the weight of so many souls. May you find the strength to heal...and to speak, if and when you’re ready.

To those we lost:

You were not passengers.

You were mothers, sons, daughters, poets, workers, dreamers, elders.

You were human. And you will be remembered.

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🖤 Today, I write not with dread or thrill...but with tears.

For once, I didn’t want to craft a haunted forest or cursed artifact.

Because the most terrifying story this week was real, and it didn’t need any monsters.

Instead, I offer this post as a small candle in a sea of grief. A digital vigil. A human voice trying to say,

“I see you. I hurt with you. I hope this never happens again.”

And I hope, truly, that we all remember this crash not as a moment to fear flying,

but as a reason to demand a safer sky...for everyone, everywhere.

May the winds carry those souls gently home.

Your's beloved

Tales That Breathe At Night apparently, Tales That Breathe At Night is now a heart that aches in morning light after this tragedy.