for 5 days a week you may think your life is so routine for you.

wake up,leave for school, on the train, school, leave school, train, home, sleep.

wake up,leave for school,on the train, school, leave school, train, home, sleep.

if you observe what actually happens around you, maybe it can be slightly different.

wake up

leave for school

on the train

"did i tell you i had a crush on a girl?"

stranger suddenly diverts her attention away from her notes and looks across the crowded train at two female friends having a loud conversation.

"no i don't remember"

"I used to like a girl from st Anthony cannossian convent and we used to wait for her after school and follow her around. her eyes are like..."

"cant believe u liked a girl"

"i mean coming from a girls school its normal to have a crush on a girl. whereas in mix school, i would say its admiration if you like a girl"

RIIITTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

stranger thinks to herself 'next time dont talk so loud abt your lesbian past especially when you look like you are 25 years of age'

so while this stranger continues on her journey, she saw an Indian boy probably around 17-18 who solved the rubics cube TWICE in less than 5 mins for the first time and within a minute the second.

Her jaw dropped.

school.

leave school.

train.

a wannabe goth&punk girl steps on board.

freaking hell.

who died n smeared the ashes on her eyes?

suddenly my peaceful mp3 own background music world was interrupted by some heavy metal music.

i stared at the guy next to me who i thought was inconsiderately blasting it from his hp.

couldn't be. as when he left the train, the ruckus of construction music was still going on.

its the goth&punk girl.

what the fuck music is that?

pauses my mp3 to hear..

THE REASON.

eh get real tt song so damn old.

n she sits in the train like its Chinatown coffee shop.

lets slap her.

home.

sleep.