I’m on a plane. Above ground. Writing. Typing away on my laptop. Feeling pretty cool about this fact.
Yesterday was a good day. We got half day off in the office and I got rose tea from office lucky draw and got a diploma charm bracelet.
Wait, the pilot is announcing something. My cousins told me, I would be flying with that pilot dude today. No, I am not. The pilot name is Ahmad. Ahmad something.
As usual I reached airport just in time for boarding. Hulk said one day I’d miss the flight, I might. One day. So be it. I’ll book the next available flight.
The girl beside me is reading The Kite Runner, as a book snob or book bitch according to Kelly Kapoor, I couldn’t help but think “duh, five years too late”.
I always want to know what everyone else’s reading. I want to know what book the stranger, I see carrying. My mind wonders, even more if I caught them reading a book which was famous years ago. Exactly, Like this girl who sits beside me, now. This snobbishness is equally compensated by my amazement and nod of approval for people who are reading cool books, the books I love or want to read.
Speaking of books, I didn’t mean paperback, as I am on kindle, baby!