No no don't cringe and cuss.
I was in the train today. All happy and exhausted and hungry and hungry. I was having an apple. And then suddenly everyone starts starring at me. At me. At my apple. I wait for a moment and look at it. No. It din't resemble a raw human brain. I do not know why they were starring at it. No, I'm not a messy eater. Eating an apple is very okay, you know :/
Then two girls enter. And get all touchy and climby and grabby with each other. (I know I always end up traveling with sort of odd people. Also, I do not mean homosexuals are odd, its just that I believe if you indulge in bucket loads of PDA in a local train, you are odd. Homosexual or no homosexual.) And then there was space enough for all of us train people to roll on the floor. It was that empty. But these girls chose to sit on each others lap. No kidding. So, since everybody else was bored, they start GLARING at the couple. Glaring Glaring Glaring Glaring.
I almost thought aunties are going to pull the chain any moment now.
Two minutes later all the aunties and the couple are sharing a goooooood laugh. Aunties advising, girls making mental notes. I yank my earphones off. They were discussing how must one deal with pesky prank caller men :| Woman power only this is.
That is Bombay for you. This city has gotten me insane.
I don't reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally like local trains. Only because I meet my school friends in there. And minus 2, I hate all of the other 300 people from school. I was the uncool kid, according to them, back in school.
Also, YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THE OTHER DAY?
A bus conductor stepped on my foot. Again. Like it was my foot and the whole frigging bus conductor on it. I yelped. But, who cares. He and the bus driver together were busy screaming at one real old smiley uncle who got into the bus from the wrong door. And that uncle, kept grinning like idontknowwhat. They were this close to bashing him up you know. Old age brings along madness i guess.
That is Bombay for you. This city does not let me fall out of love with it. Too much only this is.