What are the odds?.............(iii)
Yesterday evening I was on my way to Delhi from Jaipur by Shatabdi Express, it was 7pm or around about that time. My neighbouring seat was empty so I had plenty of space to spread my self and my luggage. I was practically sprawled across the two seats.
Was deep into a book, A Wild Sheep Chase when I came across the following lines........
"Having read that far, I shut the book, opened another beer, and pulled a box lunch of salmon roe out of my pack.
She sat across from me with folded arms, fast asleep. The autumn morning sun, slanting in through the train window, spread a thin blanket of light over her lap. A tiny moth blew in from somewhere and fluttered about like a scrap of paper. The moth ended up on her breast and stayed there before flying off again. Once the moth had flown off, she looked the slightest bit older."
.........now at this very moment a "moth" flies right across my face.
I must have jumped a foot!
I am in an A/C Chair Car in which all the windows are sealed. That, almost one inch long, moth flies across my face at that very moment, hovers around for 10 seconds and then disappears into oblivion. How did it enter, where did it go, and why me? I am bang in the middle of the coach.
What are the odds of such a collision of the imaginary and real world?
Was deep into a book, A Wild Sheep Chase when I came across the following lines........
"Having read that far, I shut the book, opened another beer, and pulled a box lunch of salmon roe out of my pack.
She sat across from me with folded arms, fast asleep. The autumn morning sun, slanting in through the train window, spread a thin blanket of light over her lap. A tiny moth blew in from somewhere and fluttered about like a scrap of paper. The moth ended up on her breast and stayed there before flying off again. Once the moth had flown off, she looked the slightest bit older."
.........now at this very moment a "moth" flies right across my face.
I must have jumped a foot!
I am in an A/C Chair Car in which all the windows are sealed. That, almost one inch long, moth flies across my face at that very moment, hovers around for 10 seconds and then disappears into oblivion. How did it enter, where did it go, and why me? I am bang in the middle of the coach.
What are the odds of such a collision of the imaginary and real world?
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