There is a guy in his early 20’s in the metro, he is reading a book and is engrossed in it. He is thin and wears baggy jeans and a shirt that looks faded. There is a bag on the floor between his legs and he is facing the window but he is not paying attention to anything but his book.
Metro for several stations has been underground and now it emerges to an elevated track and the surroundings change with sun filling the whole metro coach with light. Suddenly, it feels like that others also exist. The guy with the book looks up and stares outside the window, he is thinking about something. He then places his thumb on the page and closes the book and looks on to his right for a while and then on to the left and then gets back to his book.
Something must have caught his attention and I guess it was that metro coach he was in today was silent and not as crowded as they usually are at that time. He must have been wondering what was the reason behind that silence and where were those people who usually talked or laughed loudly.
I see him every day, I am him.
Note: What would happen if you were to see yourself with someone else’s perspective? I actually saw my reflection at one point of time during this same commute and since then I had been thinking of writing something that would read nice. Does it happen with you too? Happy to listen to your thoughts.