Like every evening ,
Greeted with speed
I step in
So many moods
Temperaments
All those hours of toiling
Hidden behind busy eyebrows
Waiting for a seat?
This train has few to offer
You need to make your space
Or wait. Till the next hard stop
So many faces
Emotions
How has everyone's day been?
May be that expression gives it away
Or may be not
Should we ask them?
