Train Train Train!

Me: “Go in!”
Lady 1: “I can’t’, my bag is stuck!”
Me: “Pull it in, people are struggling to get in. They are hanging dangerously! “
Lady 1: “Told you I can’t pull my bag in. Let them fall, who cares? “
I release her bag and push it in also pushing myself inside the train.
Lady 2: “Uff! Such a huge bag! It takes the place of one whole person.”

And this comes from a lady who is four times my size. Wonder how many people that size will fit.

I HATE LADIES FIRST CLASS! Only Hypocrites.

Words Again!

Yeah I love words, I love the way they flow, the way they express volumes. I am addicted to the high they give me and take me to places I can never reach otherwise. And this profound love has made me realise that I am not cut out to write. Yeah I love to write and express but manipulating it, subjecting it to criticism and watching the very core of it butchered by some insignificant wretch is not something I can stand. I have always found this language beautiful and I am not ashamed to admit that I would rather be an ardent admirer than a torch bearer.

I am going through a "lean patch" a friend said.Maybe its true. But if I have to sacrifice my love for reading and replace it with work, I think maybe it's not worth it. I am rethinking everything I have done in past few months. Hope I end up retaining at least some of this so called love few months down the line.