I rush and squeeze myself into the metro in the nick of time, before the door closes. I sigh with relief, as my favourite spot- a nook near the door, from where I could observe the people inside, as well as lean onto the glassy screen, was vacant. Also, it is easier for me to get out, when I reach my stop. As I get my earphones on, I scan the compartment, for any cute guys to ogle at. Sigh, none. None at all.
As the music started drowning the sounds of the train, I slowly drift into the quintessential bored-train philosophy, thinking how we pass by a lot of people, share our personal space with them, yet know nothing about them. I wondered what stories these people have, what their dreams and aspirations are.
On the other side of the train, the girl in the green shirt starts thinking. Her thoughts drift to the events of last night. Drat, I shouldn’t have been that drunk, I look like a mess. So drunk, that I fell down.. thank goodness my boyfriend was there with me. Also, why is that woman, with earphones staring at me?