Life...in a metro...?

The morning metro rides are uneventful...except for that particular station where she used to wave you goodbye...where her heart still skips a beat…where she still expects to see a glimpse of you…every single day. She thinks about your drowsy morning looks, and your hasty scramble to the door before your station arrived. And she thinks about your strides towards the staircase...the entire walk that she used to follow from inside. And without fail she cranes her neck to check the platform to see if you decided to take the metro as well.

Evenings bring a different feeling...she seldom looks up from her mobile phone...God knows why.  She only screens the crowd once the train has crossed your station...and her gaze is back to the mobile screen. Once she reaches her station, she screens the crowd at the platform, at the ticket counter, at the escalator...you are never there. She walks home. Alone.

And the vacuum grows inside her…then it engulfs her…and then she learns to live with it – that, is the hardest.