Sunday, April 30, 2006
I was watching her blow rings of smoke in the air. They looked like smoke from the chimneys of the island passing by.I said that to her and the small talk led to a long conversation.
Geographically thousands of miles apart, I found myself having so much in common with this person sitting next to me, whose favourite snack is octopus in olive gravy and who associated the word 'Tamils' to something between flour mills and tigers..
However, we shared the same ideas about everything, from aliens to salsa to Paris Hilton to pagans.With the ease you have with close friends,I suddenly found that the conversation was becoming deep, warm and intimate..
It is strange. The friends I make as my job juggles me around to various places. The cosy conversations which make me laugh, which are then reduced to sporadic mails, and then reduced to a tiny scrawl in my address book.