Those were the days where she trapped with thousands of people with different personalities, different background and different stories like a pack of sardines in a tiny coach.
There were some kids playing cheerfully while their mothers exchanging dirty juicy gossips. And there were the golden citizens complaining grumblingly about how inconsiderate and selfish young people these days are by refusing them their seats. A bunch of young students in their uniforms, laughing joyfully at the corner of the coach, and a few had eyes scanning every single word on pieces of papers, trying the make use every possible moment.
A young lady sitting at the last seat at the end, with a sorrowful look in her face, near to tears, staring at the small tiny phone...And a young couple having a minor disagreement, back facing each other. A young girl being molested, while the rest keep mum about, pretending to look away. Few rows ahead, there was a lady in her forties, ranting on how hot and stuffy the coach can get to.
The train reached one of its stops, and the door opened, where some of the passengers trying to get out while those barbarians trying to force their way in from outside. Cusses and swears were exchanged and so are the glares. Beeps were sounded, signalling the leave.
Inside the heart of the train, colors were everywhere. Some tried to dress to their best, some being a total ignorant in their appearance, while some being bimbo. It was such a scenery as it is almost a collage came to life. Mutterings, whisperings, laughters, grumbles, all making up as the sound of life. Gossips, sneerings, teasings, mockings, and smirkings, remarking the reality of life.
And there stood her, in the midst of crowd, blasting her ears with maximum volume, mindlessly gazing at the moving scene behind the window, with her thoughts drifting to lala-land..
No comments:
Post a Comment