This overgrown city has never surprised me. The engine moves out leaving a deep slumber around. The train goes along stopping at different destinations collecting memories and footsteps of laughter, cries, and smiles. Emotions can be either a prison or a prism.
Every day, in my 45 minutes travel, I see an oasis in the middle of the desert. Opposite me, I see a girl playing with her pregnant mom’s tummy, a 60-year-old couple eagerly learning WhatsApp from a teenage boy, a peddler selling ‘buy one get one’ stolen china mobiles and a cute teenage couple where the boy proposes and seeks permission to come inside the girl’s world
Dreams are unlimited in the Coach.