It’s hot and humid. Even though it’s a weekday afternoon, the metro station is bustling. Where is everyone going? Why are they running? I’m not sure. But everyone is in such a hurry.
The train speeds and stops dead in its tracks, before the door there are lines that remind me of airport check ins on a Monday morning. Everyone is looking for something. The fun starts inside. So many humans, so many emotions.
Irritated old man in the corner, muttering under his breath. He’s not happy. His shoes are worn, his briefcase is torn, his feet are sore.. bad day at the office? Or maybe, he didn’t like his morning tea? Who knows, people get irritated. He’s not looking for anything. He’s irritated but he’s also content where he is. He’s found it, the train gave it to him.
The young kids standing in the centre. Oh, he likes her. She looks like she likes him back. Ah! That innocent pat on his shoulder, “You’re so funny” she says. Yes, they are definitely flirting. You’re still in college, kids – don’t get too serious there, okay? She’s got nice hair, red highlights. It falls over her right eye covering it. I’m told that’s the new style. Sigh, strange are the ways of the world. I spend 15 minutes everyday making sure no hair comes in front of my eye. They’re looking for it too, but not too concerned. Interesting.
Ah, the aunties. Man, they’re happy. Shopping bags.. hmm… They seem to have gotten some nice stuff. Combination of showing off their clothes and harmless (?) gossip. Oh, did Mrs Chattopadhyay’s daughter really say that! No! She shouldn’t have. Ah Mrs Sharma, that’s a beautiful red kurta. Oh well, they seem to have found it. They’re okay too.
Oh, that guy is tired. He’s generously using that pole as his mattress. His music is keeping him going. Looking at the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, pen and notebook in this pocket. Keeps checking his phone. Must be in sales. His eyes keep dodging around.. definitely looking for something.
Nice shoes. That guy looks rich. He’s taking the metro cause he finds it convenient. Nice, no hangups. He got in one station after me. He’s not found it either.
The three ladies I came into the metro with, they’ve found it. They’re just happy and relaxing. How can something so small, give so much happiness. Looks like they had a tiring day. I’m happy the train gives this to them too.
I’m also looking for it by the way. Oh wait, central station – a whole bunch of people leave it and go out. Run, dodge, excuse me, wait, hello, shift, little space… phew. I found it. Never thought I would enjoy it so much.
Looks like everyone found it. And a new bunch came in at central looking for it. And the cycle continues.