the local

The Local... The unavoidable, the lifeline, the bombed saga of a failing spirit, the tireless journey of struggle and survival... Never had thought that I will have to board it... was scared of it, thanks to the numerous horrifying, almost to the Gothic extent, tales... but what a bliss... an hour to myself... In the rising crescendo and the unedning stream of people, I found peace. Some with FMs plugged into their ears, others just chatting, the more intense reading, and some just catching up on their sleep... What a way to observe people from a detached point of view... the selfishness, the greatness... all travel on the same train... the political overtones also outsound the chugging of the slow local... the sound is certainly deafening but the journey is enriching...