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Travelling

Varanasi airport has always supplied me with some good books.This time round I found two,one of which I am yet to open.''There's Gunpowder in the air 'by Manoranjan Byapari which was originally written in Bengali but translated to english by Arunava Sinha and the second is ,'The Marigold story',Indira Gnadhi and others, by Kum Kum Chadha.The airlines person called me away to check my guitar case because they could not figure out what a capo was in the pocket of the case.My short flight to Delhi was uneventful.

The flight from Delhi to Guhawati was like a lot of flights in my life,'moving with the flow'.The airhostesses were very kind to give me a whole aisle of front row seats which were unoccupied so I had a lot of leg-room,a seat to keep my handbag and the comfort to muse with the clouds and the lights below.





I watched the fascinating view of the clouds from above through rain ,lightening, twilight and the night.

The lights when viewed from above had some kind of order  to the madness below.



I had' as usual forgotten' I was approaching another state so for the umpteenth time I got my covid test which was negative.
With the lockdown in Guhawati I am enjoying my time here catching up on the airport paper-works ,reading, collecting my thoughts, responding to messages and watching the Guhawati drizzle.



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