she stood there in the train... her body as a matter of habit adjusted to the rythm of the train's motion... one hand holding on the dangling pedal,whose characteristic is to move to and fro.This pedal plays seemingly insignificant role in many people's lives...it carries the load of millions of wary minds day in and day out..
Age 32 something... thin brows, turned into a frowning expression(of anxiety rather than of disgust)... but the most distinct part of her expression was inevitably brought out through her almond shaped eyes.... her gaze fixed on a non-existant point,somewhere above the window she was facing...the kind of gaze that very unambiguously tells you that the person is temporarily hijacked by some attacking thought...and her eyes are absorbing nothing more than fear, concern, anxiety and more anxiety.
the eyes were moist with tears which wouldnt flow... for last few years they have surfaced too many times... however somehow have learned to stay there....floating...
sometimes threatening to be at the verge of flowing...like the living bodies hanging at the edge of the footboard of this train. minutes passed.... no pearls yet...
she looked down and using her fingers wiped-off the thought that she never takes home to her kids and family.
