This one day I was traveling back home in the train, tears flowing from my eyes. I was broken into suppressed convulsive sobs. I don’t cry easily. But some days this city breaks my heart. The women sitting across pretended not to notice. Perhaps they were annoyed.
This other day I came back in the train overjoyed at my achievement. Throughout my journey, I couldn’t help but grin sheepishly recalling the spectacular turn of events. Some days this city gets me so high! The women sitting across stared and then dismissed me as bonkers. Perhaps they were jealous.