Yesterday I boarded the metro and there wasn’t much rush which means that I get space to read. I took my book out from the bag and started reading it, now what happens when I read a book is that my destination arrives faster and it seems that I have skipped many stations, but that is obviously not the case. Anyway, I am reading and there is a guy standing beside me for most of the journey.
Just before my stop, he gets a seat almost in front of me and sits down. After a few minutes, he is staring at the book and then he is staring at me. Not staring but you know he looked at the book and then at me. I was thinking what is wrong with this guy, does he like the book or he wants it? But then I saw his confused face and it occurred to me that I was reading ‘Murder on the Orient Express‘ by Agatha Christie. So you get it? Me reading a book about the murder on some other express while I am in the metro, that guy must be wondering what is happening.
I closed my book and went towards the door and de-boarded the metro to get to work.
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Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 