The train rumbles on as she gazes out of the window. Dressed in a pink top with an ironic statement, and a pair of yellow shorts, with a bottle of DOM in a clear plastic bag at her feet.
Then, for no visible rhyme or reason, a tear wells up in her right eye, till gravity takes control and gently over the cheek it rolls. Her hand rises and swipes it away swiftly, but not quick enough for the tear that rolls down from the other eye.
And below all these, the statement printed on her shirt - Don't Bother Me.
This I witnessed with my very eyes and ascertain it to be true.
Truly,
Ran.
