Red-eye


They call long overnight flights “red-eye flights” I guess because one doesn’t sleep much on such flights and would likely appear at one’s destination with the aforementioned bloodshot optical organs (though I always thought that the mental picture of the aircraft’s lights – some of which are red – blinking, blinking, blinking in the night could also have inspired that term).  My flight to San Francisco left Singapore at 5.40pm or thereabouts, but it was a red-eye too, because of this baby – ethnic Indian if her looks and those of her parents are any guide – who cried through the entire flight.  How she had the energy and stamina I have no idea, but it was a good thing the other babies on board were not overly empathetic – otherwise, we’d have had one of those cacophonous symphonies that no red-eye passenger who values his/her sanity wants any part of.

As it was, I found myself hoping the baby becomes a successful and generous grownup – she has to make up for making us all endure that :p

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Author: lichone

Ethics by Enid Blyton; physique by deep-fried things. I think we all have an instinct to tell stories and to build things and relationships,

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