Commuter Combinations

Work of fiction that was maybe inspired by something I read on Thought Catalog. I will not tell you if I would stand behind what I write below.
I wrote this out of boredom. And on that count, I like what I've done.

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I will only see her once. In that short meeting I will probably never see her look anywhere but at the screen of her phone. Her ears will hear nothing but her own taste in music  I'm listening to something too, which just makes me wonder if she's listening/ listened to the same song and already feel a sense of connection with her. I'd probably read the 2 lines on her T-shirt that were randomly generated by some computer and I will over-interpret it to how we support the same social causes or how are attitudes are similar. I will probably assume that she isn't dominant based on the colour of her nail polish  Assume that she is an independent woman just because she carries a backpack. Mentally curse the unknown and probably very good-looking boyfriend because, who would let such a pretty face stay single?

Maybe I'd have a completely horrible first date with her but I try not to think of all that. I skip to the part where we're both unduly attached to each other and its just the two of us walking along an empty shore. I will see how her hair's tied up but probably go on to imagine that she likes more to let it loose.

I wonder if I must marvel or cry at the fact that just by looking at her and probably the book that she is reading, I can truly convince myself that I want nothing more than to grow old with this woman.

She probably speaks a language I don't understand, doesn't believe in love, doesn't want kids, etc. Actually, for the sake of my argument, she may and may not be all the things I've listed, and more.

But what I feel for her, for lack of a better word, is an honest affection.
Honestly felt compassion and affection that I probably don't even feel for the multiple people I am currently in love with. 

But I smile and end that train of thought. Get off and wait for my next train, wondering if I was ever the object of someone's commute-fantasy. 

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V

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Uh I've been reading more, so thats a good thing. Been writing more. Thats a great thing.
I feel like I'm in a good spot now. With dread and anticipation almost cancelling themselves.
October, be good to me. 

Now Listening: Whomi - Tipper and Silver Cruiser - Röyksopp

Now Reading: 11/22/63 - Stephen King

Now Feeling : Alright, I guess

Of Buses And Autos

To one, To all, and To None,
This blog may have found and encountered a standstill, but life, evidently, hasn't.
In the midst of being subjected into a lotta close calls and some tight situations based on ze ever glorious board exams. The marks however, I wouldn't say were that glorious. My shortcoming or the just the system's inability to test me in subjects I'd want to ace or even have an aspiration to ace, I do not want to know.
But the infiltration operation is complete. I am now no longer bound to this system. Hope that counts for a little something in my life.
I have been asking too many questions. About what matters, how it matters, why it must matter and when it must matter?
Although, thinking along the same lines, I wonder if I'm asking the right questions and to the right people?
You can't ask a random someone how planes stay up in the air now can you?

I'm just putting random thoughts out into cyberspace. Let's see what happens. Take shit as it comes. Or so I say.

I am now in Chennai. Its a great place given the right amount of money and the right crowd, or so I'd say.
College beckons and I actually have no bloody clue what's gonna happen. I'm just sitting here staring at screens and bus displays trying to find a route. But what if I dont know where I'm going? Or even worse, when I am  to be there?
You see what I mean with the questions? Bus rides turn all philosophical and a random girl's face (a good looking one at that, if I may) turn into so much more. Slightly irritating at times.

Buses in Chennai are by far the cheapest way of transport  I have encountered. A 120 Rs Auto ride = Rs 5 Bus ride plus a decent bit of walking.

I've bin doing my own fair bit of exploring. Which need not include travelling. Helps me keep in touch with people in a more frank way.

I apologize if this has been a very boring read. I am bored at the moment and maybe that is reflecting on this. I appreciate it if you've made it all this way.

Drive safe,
V


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Now Listening : Nasha - Shaitan
Down On Me - Jeremih (Playing on loop)

Now Reading : Not much Id say

Now Feeling : Free?