People catching their shut eye moments of life with their eyes open.
The ear phones plugged into the music phones drowning the din of the drone of the metal wheels and the whining of the high speed short spurt engines. The music playing inside being material or immaterial or transporting you into a trance, whatever. The only touch with reality being the monotone announcement of the next approaching stop.
Hands cradling the head with the elbows on the knees. It's like holding the entire world in between your palms and the index fingers pressing both the temples as pressure points to prevent the mind and the pain from taking over life.
Stop after stop, stop after stop.
There is only so much you can absorb as the eyes look into a stranger's eyes and you break into a smile knowingly, another set of eyes simply squirt away.
Hands holding the hands rails. It's like a symmetry of wrists broken by the shirt sleeve cuffs and the rings and the watches. Every watch you see is an imaginary story of age and time and how the leather and steel and resin and glass and plastic have weathered the storms in the lives of the wearer. The stories that you imagine are limited only by your own imagination unless you are lost in your own imagination.
Travelling peak traffic time in public transport is real life. When you travel in the freedom of your personal space without the smell of the sweat of another human, it's the time to appreciate the good things of life that you have bought by burning fossil fuel and cursing the stationary traffic because of other people who have also managed to do the same.
As you look at people lost in life on the same track, who have found life with their iPhones and their samsungs and all the other cell phones that both companies are trying to gobble up before the poor become poorer or richer.
The youngsters offering their seats to elders and the ladies or actually not doing it. It's just a state of mind of how we judge people. Never in the world across all ages were all youngsters respectful and nor do we live in times where the world has completely fallen apart. The tag and the extremely hard earned omega all travel with the nine penny plastic watch. Yes the metro is a great leveller. I think observing people who travel alone in public transport- their faces are a true reflection of their real state of mind and life and how they feel about life at that point of time in which they are completely alone. Families waiting at home. Work left behind. It's Their eyes and shoulders and their feet planted on the floor and in the quite that Is the closest to reality. Destination arrives and life is an act once again.
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