Wet Meadows!

10 is a beautiful number - a number that exists beyond singles ones and is coupled - the first number which is no longer a stag- the first number which loses itself if its components are taken away, the first number which brings one and nothing ... together. Well, that was the number of hours the flight lasted from KL to Auckland. This was the longest time I had ever been away from land. Its a strange feeling when you are away - up there in the sky. It makes one to long to return ... dont know how the astronauts remain for so many days up there. I felt what the last astronaut (an Indian-American female) who we heard in news was trapped in the spaceship and her arrival was getting delayed, must have felt up there. And I felt why the mythical Gods whould want to be humans at lest for a while ... we might be fallen, but this sure is a nice place to fall :) The visibility outside the window before landing at Auckland - the last 7 minutes below the last of clouds, was one reel of scene which if captured would have been an astoundingly beautiful piece.

The outside was so much colder than the cabin and it was turbulant as well - winds and rain droplets just rushing in from all directions. Once on land, I was able to see the clouds passing by with an alarming strength - the dark clouds and the white ones within them. By this time I had a sore throat already and an blocked/imbalanced ear as well. The next flight to Wellington was just of an hour's duration but the waiting went on for six long hours - thank gawd for the internet which saved my sanity. By the time this one took off - it was almost dark ... but before land again vanished, I could see the city being left far behind and a herd of cattle grazing in the meadows that were soon going to be wet. With the bird's eye view of the cattle being gathered for the day, my eyes closed again into nothing ...

Song: Masha Allah ...