Late night, when the city is tired and everyone is already hiding either in their concrete caves or in their solace; only a few are left to return late. Because who's there to look after them; because who's there to welcome them home with a kiss; because who's there to ask them about their day. They're the ones who are either content with themselves or the ones who pretend to be. Some silly ones out of them are neither content nor do they ever pretend to be. They're the ones who can laugh when they want to, they're the ones who can unapologetically be themselves when they feel like and they're the ones who can cry all they want to whenever they feel like. One such girl she was; Scathed hair, blood red eyes, and blossom red nose; With her face dug in her hands, she was sitting right across me crying with her fading whimpers that I could hear in the noisy metro. It was the first time I'd ever seen anyone in such a state. Vulnerable! Like a time bomb ticking and waiting to go off. Whilst there were only a few of us with their souls wandering off somewhere else like me. I decided to go and talk to her. Tapping on her shoulder, I tried calling her. She didn't respond. Slightly disappointed and with a creaky heart I left my handkerchief on her lap and went back to where I was sitting. She took it. I spent the rest of the ride with my eyes closed, music in my ears and a hope in my mind that whatever she was crying for gets over soon and she would return to her original self if this wasn't it. Not much later than that, when my stop arrived. I got up putting my bag on my shoulder and taking a glimpse of that girl. I waited near the door as the ride came to halt, I turned as soon as I stepped off the train to look at her, and she was still there. But she wasn't crying anymore. She just sat there clutching the handkerchief I gave her with a blank face looking at me. I smiled, slightly in disbelief and waved my hand as a goodbye. As I doors of the train dragged themselves to close, I saw her through the glasses and she still was there as she was; blank face. The train whisked away just as it entered the station and I watched it leave with a wonder that wandered in my head." What it must have been that she was going through...?"
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