On the occasion of one of those mundane metro journeys to and from any destination, one comes across a multitude of people – some travellers who are never seen again, and perhaps some others who are spotted occasionally along the daily commute routes.
What struck me as a rather fascinating notion on one such ordinary metro journey was that we, as passengers, knew very little about the person seated across us. What did they do for a living? Where were they headed or coming from? What were they like as people? And the realisation dawned that more often than not, none of these questions could be answered. Every traveller was in a little bubble of individuality marked by wariness, rather oblivious to the person sitting beside them. After all, what more were they to each other than another drop in the ocean of commuters who flowed through the metro system every day?
My eyes fell on a man with a briefcase, dressed in a sophisticated business suit, and I wondered if his business acumen was just as sharp as his outfit. He seemed like the typical workaholic returning home to make more calls after a rigorous day of business proposals, stock investments and full calendars. Mere assumptions aside, for all we knew, he could have been a family man eager to get home to his wife and children for an enthusiastic movie night.
