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Sorry to be so inarticulate. Loved this.


I enjoyed reading this post very much. The last segment reminded me of a poem by Vikram Seth... there is no obvious parallel or perhaps only the obvious one..

After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
Where babies wept and tempers shattered
And the plane lurched and whiskey splattered
Over my plastic food, I came
To claim my bags from Baggage Claim

Around, the carousel went around
The anxious travelers sought and found
Their bags, intact or gently battered,
But to my foolish eyes what mattered
Was a brave suitcase, red and small,
That circled round, not mine at all.

I knew that bag. It must be hers.
We hadnt met in seven years!
And as the metal plates squealed and clattered
My happy memories chimed and chattered.
An old man pulled it off the Claim.
My bags appeared: I did the same.


Like a scene unfolding right in front of my eyes...


lovely description!


One month has passed. Time for another post, I'd say.


Thank you for the comments. (And for that nice poem, Pooja.)

Time for another post, yes.

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