Tuesday, January 24, 2012

From The Archives

Found in a notebook, written during one of my numerous plane rides up and down the country. I laughed.

Looking at the white tufty cotton balls outside the plane window makes me feel like a protagonist. Like people are gladly paying for overpriced popcorn and the opportunity to watch me look beautifully determined set to the soundtrack of Ingrid Michaelson [check her out on youtube] and unfocused nachos and coke cans in the foreground.

And then a stewardess can ask me something that you can't hear because of Ingrid's voice and I snap out of my reverie and smile and shake my head and resume sipping coke.

Spicejet, your nachos suck.






HAHA,
Kanika

2 comments:

  1. 'tis beautiful and surreal! Wouldn't you want to float in them? These fluffy balls of cotton? :)


    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  2. I just had to check her out on youtube, and realized I had listened to her thanks to VH1. Why am I watching VH1?

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