Another Pair Of Eyes

Transient

It’s so nice to meet people, even if you never exchange names or numbers or e-mails, just to have a conversation about the mundane on a train journey which would otherwise dull you to death. I spoke to a lovely girl on the train today. We did the crossword together, failed to solve an anagram together, and discussed about the merits of thank-you letters as opposed to thank-you phone calls. She got off at Worpleston and that was that. Nothing more, nothing less. People on the transport system in Britain, especially in London during commuting time, are generally so involved (or even outright hostile) that it’s refreshing to have a change of pace (a woman smiled at me on the tube this morning and I almost fell off my chair. Two friendly events in a day?! What is London coming to?).

I’d love to meet her again.