The aeroplane was just about to take off when I saw the girl for the second time today. She was sitting in a nearby bench, wearing a pair of blue jeans, a red jacket and a printed cap. She was looking at the trees far away and was giving occasional sips to the coke bottle in her hand. I was watching her from inside the plane. I am neither going somewhere as a tourist nor with any other usual reasons that one has for traveling.
Actually I am retreating. Yes! Retreating! Now...people have strange and frightening reasons that make them flee from something....