How Long Will I Love You - Rawwn
A metro heading towards Huda City Centre swallowed the crowd through the gates of the train. By the time it departed, sprinters of all ages exuded their lives and rushed to make it to the nearest coach. In a couple of minutes, the scene turned out to be identical, with different faces this time. The views on the other platforms were symmetrical. Misty fought her way through the mess and entered from gate 19. A man snoring with his head leaned on the glass of the last seat was alarmed, as she approached him. He vacated the Ladies seat as his eyes dropped on her huge black YAMAHA bag. It always made her wonder how some people managed to read in a metro. At times, there’s hardly any air to breathe. There are people with the audacity to play Facebook videos on full volume, people who don’t mind sitting on the floor, people giggling, fighting and blatantly judging other passengers. There are people of all kinds. It is public transport after all. Looking at the time, she hushed....
