I am getting late.. But in a funny way, I enjoy it.. World slows down around me, Busy faces all around glued to their cellphones, like living and breathing statues. Wet grounds and puddles outside.. Paints the story of a stormy night..
I might have had a good sleep for I remember none of it.. City is changing a lot.. Helmet heads all along the tracks.. busy digging new plots. Colors of different shopfronts, sketch a pattern, I have never seen.
The train picks up its pace, The grass and puddles blur.. The colors disappear.. Back again to fast moving world.. Before I finish my thought, my stop has come.. Grudgingly I get down.. Wish that train ride lasted longer..!!