Myself

I am fond of distance. Not too much of it. Not too little. The kind that lets you walk happily towards your destination. That saves you from being overwhelmed with absolute presence. The Here and Now. You can breathe.
Often while travelling, especially in trains, I locate a small, far-off home and wonder who lives in it. What's the story of their life?
Aircrafts still baffle me. They are heavy.
I can forget a route a dozen times. But, I try.
I would love to know what frogs are thinking just before it begins to rain. Do they actually know whats to follow?
Grand as it might sound, I really put myself into others' shoes. So much so, that I stop talking. Lest most of ME might sound offensive to THEM. Complicated.
It irritates me when people do not laugh at my jokes. I am bad!
Nothing amazes me more than people who do not like ice-creams.
A good conversation makes my day. And I can live on words for years. I always wish they understand me THAT very way. Alas!
Will I remember all the faces later? Those that I see around me now? We shall find out...