Metro Ride #521

I got into the metro and the guy ahead of me looks at his reflection and dances. Maybe that’s what late nights do to you, they allow you to be more expressive. Anyway, I get myself a seat and the gate of the metro stays open so that more people can board it, it reminds of those even-odd days in Delhi when bus number 507 that I usually took would stop until they got a good number of passengers on board.

I sit on the seat with an empty mind and stare at my phone. After a few stations, a gentleman comes and sits on the empty seat on my right. He has his headphones on and is listening to Ae Kaash Ke Hum. I used to love that song once but then I listened to it so much that I started disliking it, does it ever happen to you?

So, the metro continues to find its way on those zig-zag tracks until it enters the dark underground tunnel only to move like a snake through its burrow. After two stations, I’ll have to get down and find my way home.

Doors will open, people will board and deboard the metro until this moving box gets to its destination.

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Through the lanes

He put his head down
A little tired
But its still early
And there is lot to do

But on closing his eyes
He travels to a time
And experiences
A memory from the past

The days when
He dreamt and believed
And laughed and lived

Suddenly he opens his eyes
And stare at the screen
And the memories
Once again fade away

-Jafar Rehman

Childhood

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Found this stuck in a window, I wonder who made it. Some kid or could be an adult as well? Who’s brave enough to be an adult and a child both.

Reverse Shot- School Memories.

For Reverse Shot

Through one of my classmate’s perspective-

He is small and scared maybe because he doesn’t know anyone here in our class,he is alone and nobody is talking to him.Teacher asks him his name and this marks/percentage in previous class and he replies in a low voice,teacher likes him that I can tell.This is happening because it’s the start of class 3rd and some students were shuffled in different classes,he was shifted to our class,none of his friend ended with him.
He sits alone till the break and during the break he pulls his tiffin box out and comes towards us,he wants to share and eat together with me and my friends.We aren’t sure what to do at first but we invite him and we talk to each other,he after the break sits with me,he is my friend and this friendship will continue by sitting in the group for several years,sharing lunch,notes and laughters.