In passing

By passerby

Big Light, Small light

The day was almost at an end. And we were in the middle of nowhere. Dim lights blinked. And of course, there was a Sun. Perhaps that meant we would find our way back.

The runways were new. Everything else about the airport was new too. The hospitality was extravagant, but the inconvenience manifold. It is a machine that sucks money out of you without you knowing it. I did not like it. I did not feel happy in it.

I wanted the simple things back. I haven't taken a train to anywhere in the last three years. It's time that changed.

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