Flight of Fancy

I took a plane to Penang last over the weekend.

While at the waiting bay, I watched two goofy sisters fall over one another, a rambunctious family offer sweets to a very keen little boy and his not-so-keen mother and a lady who did not look like she'd wear colour wearing colours in Bang-on-the-Door shades.

On the plane, I sat next to a pair of twins - grown men wearing yellow shirts, one in checks and the other in plain. They had round faces and both carried little bags for their size - a little backpack and a little carry-all. They spoke in that way that only twins can and understand and went to sleep in the middle of the flight - I felt like custodian of twiddleDum and Dee.

A little girl on the next aisle thought she landed the plane - as we were descending she pressed out her palms, kung-fu style. Afterwhich she told her mother very decisively that this caused the plane to stop. She had bright bossy eyes - her elder sister was so much more timid, and you realise how every little girl is different from the next.

Sometimes, it's nice to be on your own - your eyes see so much more when you're a fly on the wall.