Window seat magic
I have had a thing for window seats for a long time. If I walk into a room and there is a seat next to a window, I am heading straight for it. It’s one of those things that are just impossible to resist. I always wish to see the countryside moving along and the views as the vehicles zap by. I remember once I had to travel by bus and I asked a passenger, who was sitting alone: “Excuse me, would you consider moving over here?” I asked pointing to the empty seat on the other side of the bus. “I’m travelling with my brother and we’d like to sit together.” She turned from her dazed state and looked at me straight into the eyes, “No. I’m not giving up the window seat.” Her abruptness caught me off guard and instantly angered me. I wanted to hurl some nasty comment back at her, but decided to take the high road and find a more productive solution to our seating dilemma. Being a Kashmiri, I would often find my brother and me on a bus to visit my home state for the holidays. There would alway