Fear of Flying
Ten minutes from landing at KLIA, I picked up the copy of New Straits Times that, distracted and nervous from the turbulence, I had set aside earlier. Just to flip through. My eyes settled on an article about the MPH Breakfast Club for Litbloggers series: and there was my name and the name of my novel-in-progress. It startled me, in a way that seeing my name in print never has before: that on that same plane with me were people who had possibly also read the same, and had no idea, no idea, that I was there with them.
I hope the photos I took were burned into that CD properly. If they are, I'll blog them soon.
posted by sharanya @ 1:00 PM
2 Comments:
Wouldn't it be weird though, if they came up to you, in the midair, and asked you for an autograph?
Actually, that would be really cool, come to think of it.
Kenny -- Heh. As long as no one takes snaps of me sleepless with phobia, wearing my specs and cranky -- if you're ever flying with someone who kinda looks like me only really nervous, muttering prayers and obviously not giving a toss what she looks like as long as she lands in one piece, it's probably me!
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