Our metro, Taylor's truly

Her diamond nose ring shines through the sunlight. My shadow is towards my right, As the metro swerves it's trail and we go underground, I can't see my shadow anymore. Duh. There's a very serious looking girl on her phone, one earphone in and she's completely dressed in light blue cargo, her demeanour speaks through her white plain Tee. Her sneakers hide beneath her work "DELL" bag. I can't help but notice her nose like I always do. I give imaginary nose jobs. But today I resist the temptation. There's a very happy kid in the ladies coach, she's very happy because her mom has bought her a new toy. Kids are wonderful, especially the rare well behaved ones. The metro stops at majestic, you know majestic? You don't want to not want to know it. It's majestic. A lady gets in with a huge white horizontal bag with flowers in it, Also Neem leaves. She's adorned a huge bottu on her forehead, it has two compartments, a slice of vibhuthi under the two compartments of the bottu. She's tying malli and kanamkambri hoovu with a puny stash of kasthuri here and there. The kid has become sad. The toy doesn't excite her anymore. Mom and daughter look sad together, the identical faces, the non identical fates. I shouldn't write about this my mind whispers. While I snap out of me texting myself the metro heads out to MG road and then there's light again. The techie, the student, the flower woman, the girl kid, the mom, the teacher, the party girl and the writer all in the ladies coach. My safe space. An arms length of mallige hoovu has been tied up. I want to buy it from her but I don't. The Sun is back and in my earphones plays "Dear John" by Taylor swift.

While Swift sings "Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight" I justify to myself why the ladies coach isn't as crowded as the rest of the coach. Because we were buried a long time ago, here we are sprouting again... Swift sings " I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh"