The flight back to London was largely uneventful. However, I saw a few really bad movies. The inflight entertainment had a lot of good movies too, but I felt like I’d seen them all. Besides, the sheer pleasure of watching a bad movie etc. But more on that later.
At the Delhi airport, which till a year back sold only one thing in its duty free stores – liquor, is still undergoing major work. Which in a way is good. But I found myself tripping with laughter as a cat wandered from the check-in area, through the security check gates, and sat in a corner in the boarding lounge. When a few very shaky people in the lounge complained, a cop laughed and said “She’s here all the time. Nothing we can do about her.”.
The cat obviously had a litter of kittens hidden somewhere. She fearlessly strolled around, went inside the phone booth, meowed at the security check officials. Since it was an afternoon flight, the lounge was rather empty, and the cat gave me some company.
Last year, around the same time in the Delhi International Airport, I sat fuming. Bookless, too early, very sleepy and catless. This time however I had two fat books, and a cat to purr at.