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[You must be tired of my last few posts, so here’s a note written on the plane:]

It was a cold flight, with a palpable tense atmosphere. It started off sitting on the tarmac behind a queue of planes. The sky grew dark, it’s one of those flights in the night, just one more star-like twinkle in the sky.
One baggage compartment fell open as the plane started its run up, the gaping mouth and clearly visible bags capturing the full attention of everyone in the cabin. Will it fall on his head? The plane is accelerating, does one unbuckle and reach up for one second to end it, or keep on staring at this sudden threat. The stewardess isn’t moving. The plane takes off, and banks luckily to the left. Whew. The man quickly does the close. All is well.
The entertainment screens did not pop on eagerly. I guess most people are tired of the movies. They stayed dark for much of the trip.
Meal service came and went. They ran out of chicken again. This time it was promised and then reneged on. Well, what does it matter. The lights dimmed and more people went to sleep. The cabin stirs occasionally. There was a brief moment of disturbance. It was either the mild rockiness of the air, or the odd hastiness of people hustling to retrieve their bags.

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