15 January, 2020

Spice Jet. Bhopal to Delhi.

Passengers board flight. Each to his and her seat. Window. Aisle.

Cell phone. Magazine. Menu. Each to his or her own.

Last passenger. On wheel chair.

Everyone watching.

Front aisle seat vacant.

‘Can he not sit there?’

‘But …’ Airhostess says.

‘Oh please let him sit there.’ Almost in a chorus.

Wheel chair Passenger sits in second row. Spice Max.

Second row passenger. Leaves his seat.

And we all start chatting. This, that. As if we all are known to each. For long.

By magic. We are all connected now.

Species: Human

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