ready to fly

So, this is it.

 I am packed and checked in – the wonders of the world wide web. I could even print my boarding pass. On the top is the British Airways logo, and to the right, a few choice words: they read “ready to fly”.

 I ponder over this. I am writing bleary eyed, tired after a hectic day. But I know there is much more, really: a world of ends, before beginnings can come forth. The end of Oxford, and a world with my two best friends. (You know who you are.) The end of my few months at the bank, and that very special colleague who sat next to me. (Again, you know.)

 I am thankful that I can spin these memories over a hundred times, and still find more to reminisce with. But I feel bruised, from leaving certain someones who will likely stay with me forever. You will all be missed, sorely.

 Here’s to the beginnings. I am ready.

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five to four

Two years after Jaipur, I found myself once again in London’s High Commission of India. I sat waiting with my queue ticket, marvelling at the reasonable speed of my visa visit thus far. Then I glanced to the clock and couldn’t help but chuckle: it read five to four.

Of course, my own (correct) watch said 11:35.

 I wondered, perhaps, if the embassy was running on Indian time. At BST+4.5 hours, that could almost be true. Well, until the time remained unchanged a whole hour later.

 … perhaps not.

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