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Fly me away / Fly me home*

Daily prompt:  Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.


A 22 year old who had never before travelled long distance without her family, stepped on to foreign soil. She parted company with her travelling colleagues – they had made the international flight together and bonded despite just having met at the departing airport; bonded in the way only those can who know they are about to spend the next 22 odd hours travelling and that to do so without any company at all would be utterly lonely. Now their ways separated, each on to his or her own domestic leg of the journey, some to the hinterland in a straight flight, some via a hop to another city. She had a hop, and a skip as well. Two breaks before she reached a city that was to house her for the next 2 months. Home was behind, what was ahead was a new place, both exciting in its possibilities and terrifying in its unknownness.

She bid farewell to her fellow travellers, saw them off on their flights and waited for her connection. Sitting, observing, seeing fellow travellers, fellow countrymen, foreigners; nay they were the localites now and she was the foreigner. And then she boarded her flight, and realized that it contained not one of her numerous,omnipresent countrymen. All around her were  white/pink faces, the loud tones and cadences of Americans, the accents totally strange to her, the flight announcements in an English almost undecipherable. And she suddenly realised exactly how far she had travelled from home, how far she had left everything familiar, how unknown to her all these people were.

Since then she has visited a few more countries, a few more places, with or without friends and family, but has never felt as far from home as she did on that very first flight alone.

* The airlines she flew on on that trip had baggage tags which said ‘Fly me away’ or ‘Fly me home’. Hers said ‘Fly me away’.

How is the new so

Another DP challenge:

Click over to your favorite blog, and pick out the 4th and 14th words (that aren’t “the” or “an”). Drop them into this phrase:

“_____ is the new _____.”

There’s your post title. Now write!

I had  open, and I picked up ‘How’ and ‘so’. So the post’s new working title was ‘How is the new so’. Which doesn’t make a lot of sense.  So in an attempt to inject some sense, I came up with the following post.


“How is the new so-fa?”


“Deep like the sea?”

“Deeper. It’s a black hole, only very visible. Keep things at your own risk. They go in, and never come out. Only yesterday we lost the TV remote, Sue’s tiny clutch doll, Miriam’s penny purse and Jake’s plastic horse figure. And that was its 2nd day in the house.”

“Hahahaha. Well, what happened next?”

“You can’t imagine. Miriam started bawling because her pennies were in the purse. Jake acted all heroic and jumped up on the sofa to punch it and make it return his horse. He also told Miriam not to worry and he would tell his horse to pick up the purse on its way out.”

“And Sue?”

“And Sue being ever practical, watched her siblings and lay down on the sofa. And before we realized it, she fed her arm to the sofa, right upto the shoulder. And then came out clutching her doll, hair mussed up for being in such an adventure.”

“Sure is an adventure. What happened to the TV remote? Did she get that too?”

“No, we told her to leave it in. Now whoever cries about not getting to watch their favourite show gets to walk down to the TV and switch the channels.”

These Boots Were Made for Walking

Shall I tell you about the warm, fur lined boots I wore in winters few? They were nice and comfy and picked up cheap to face my first snow, but I couldn’t walk comfortably in them. They sure saw a lot of the wall behind the shoe closet. Or shall I tell you about the casual slipons I picked up for even cheaper, but who stayed with me miles? They covered a lot of ground, and I with them. Or how about the stilettos I daringly bought, doubting I’d wear them at all, but I did, inspite of the sharp click clack of every step on the uncarpeted office floor? And the shiny golden sparkly low heels, meant to be worn for festivities, picked up because inside every sensible woman resides a little girl who loves all the fancy glitter?

Do you want to hear about the annual pair of functional, no nonsense ‘rainy wear’ that’s a must for every Indian monsoon; it doesn’t throw up mud, you know? And the numerous other non monsoon pairs, utilitarian and plebian? Why? Only because they help a girl run and catch a bus to the places she’s going. Do you want to know about my first pair of adult sneakers, still languishing in a closet somewhere? I never could throw them out; is it because we have memories together, them and me, of traipsing in foreign places, collecting odd dirt and flotsam on the way?

Can I cuss the formal black pair that fell apart on me in a strange country where no one else seemed to wear my shoe size? Oh the superglue that I depended on for long! Or those wonderful looking sandals that turned traitor the moment they came home with me, and gave the worst case of shoe bite in the history of all shoeland? Or those delicate strappy things that always look so good but should come with a warning “Do not walk with these on, you’re sure to break something.”

Or how about we speak of the countless other pairs that are not mine, yet? They lie on the shop shelves, waiting for me to journey with them, to places we have both never been yet.

Written for the daily post’s prompt: These boots were made for walking.

The Glass

Daily Prompt: Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

2 beers. Comin’ right up.

Pour, slosh, tap tap drip. Some beer ends up on the polished and drunk wood. Hell, with the amount of alcohol it imbibes in one night, it wouldn’t be allowed to be in the passenger seat even.

Sip, glug, drink drink drink. Wait, the beer is now at that mark. Half. Now let the debate start.


Half empty fellas. I could use some more. Pour. See? It took in more, it was half empty.

Half full, I say. I am still drinkin’ outta it. Ain’t I? Couldna do that if it was empty.

Half empty Jed, half empty.

Yea, is the same. Empty by full or empty by half, I’ll have none of it. It has beer enough for me to drink, so half full it is.

And so the debate goes on into the night.

All right guys, I gotta close up now. Can’t have y’all sitting here thru’ the night, the missus will have ma head.

Everyone filters out.


Wipe glasses clean, upend them on shelves. Switch off the lights and close shop.

“Y’know, I never got that debate.”

“Aah, not you too!”

“Well why not, they are talking about us anyway.”

“You figure? It’s life, idiot. They talk about life.”

“I know. And I prefer empty, the day’s end, rest. Not the constant wet wet work. We have a life too, y’know.”

The Text, Text, Text, Text World

Daily Prompt: How do you communicate differently online than in person, if at all? How do you communicate emotion and intent in a purely written medium?

Communication online is a completely different ball game as compared to in person. In person communication is so much more interactive and dynamic. The process of communicating with someone face to face has so many layered nuances that each of us takes in subconsciously. And we use those nuances, again mostly subconsciously, to correspondingly frame our next sentence. You know, the other person’s body language, the other person’s voice, tone, volume, pauses, comfort level, the ambience around you, other people weaving in and out of the area, and thus, in and out of your conversation. So many things that subtly impact your communication. So many added layers, and yes, so many potential distractions as well; background sounds, the facebook/twitter updates sneaked in on the phone, the scanning of the background to search for other people. All these things colour up in person communication.

Now online, say on chat, or on any other purely written medium, so much of that ‘noise’ is filtered out. You get space, and time to think before you react. There are much less influences on your immediate and active thought train. How people use that noise free and sterile environment to react is upto each individual. I find it easier to be open, candid, more sharing,more accepting, less defensive when I am communicating online. The downside of communicating in a purely written medium is; all those nuances are lost. You don’t really know where the other person is coming from. You have a range of emoticons to use and slang /textspeak, which helps to bridge the gap, but really, that’s about it. Just the written word layered over with a veneer of smileys and abbreviations. Compare that to the 4, 5, 6 layers in personal communication, and you’ll find which style has more information, more metadata, more juice to get it going.

Re-read? Really?

Another daily prompt which caught my eye is
Second Time Around: Tell us about a book you can read again and again without getting bored — what is it that speaks to you?

If you know me, you’ll know there are very few books I don’t read. And if you know me really really well, you’ll know there are even fewer that I don’t read a second time around. Chances are, if it is in my home, whether begged borrowed or stolen, I will read it more than once. I have also read old copies of Reader’s Digest many times over.

However, for the purpose of this post, I will mention a few loved and lovable ones and list out why I reread them. Second time may not be accurate though, I have definitely gone a few over that 😉

To Kill a mockingbird: This is one interesting book. Good story, characters with backbones, and most importantly, it’s told from the viewpoint of the little girl. The same story wouldn’t have been as appealing from either her brother’s viewpoint or her father’s.

The Lord of the Rings: I have read this thrice already. Ok, I did get bored the last time, but only at certain portions. Which I skipped and went across to what I knew was coming next 😉 What makes this book rereadable for me is the sheer amount of imagination put into it, and the awesome tying up of loose ends. Given a plethora of characters, it would be easier than pie to let them loose, but JRR ties up 99.99 p.c. of them satisfyingly. The eagles now, I do wonder about them occasionally..

Pride and Prejudice: Story, characters, wit aplenty, pithy writing, set in the regency era, what’s not to re-read?