Flying from Hyd to Delhi in SJ. Saw a most beautiful girl. I did what Baku would have done (that dog,chivalrous dog :D
I dont know why woman dont see whats in him. A thorough gentleman he be)
After an hour of pendulum like oscillations (during which I realized how strongly a sense of romance can clear my head and make me feel alive again) I wrote out a message on a paper napkin with a borrowed pen.
"To 19A,
Matter of factly thou art the most beautiful girl I have ever seen :-)
An admirer,
31D"
The air hostess didnt seem very pleased being given the little chore of delivery.She came back to me, saying the "he" at seat 19A was sleeping. Nonplussed, I took back my gallantry with a fake unemabarrased smile (as if it was all part of the plan). The note lies in my bag, making nobody's heart thump but mine. I will slip it to her somehow at the airport.
P.S: Never did do so. Her physically large brother or boyfriend came to pick her up. :(