Fish in a train…

Been traveling in the same train for over 6 months now… same time… same people… everyday… know each by their smile… know them by the place where they sit… know the ones I can smile at, knowing they will smile back too… know the ones that have friends in the train… know where some of them get off… know the ones who will drop a coin into a begger’s bowl…know that some study hard… know that some cry quietly every other morning…

There’s something about observing other humans in a confined space on a regular basis for a fixed period of time… without even speaking to them, there is so much to discover… I find it hard to read, write, sketch in the train cos there is just so much to take in…
Sometimes I feel like this is my little fish bowl… this sense that there is no escape and I should try to get to know the other fish for lack of anything better to do…