26-Nov'18
One of the perks of living in a multi-ethnic city is the public transport throws such interesting colorful faces at you.
Particularly riding outside the city - contrary to the business center side of city that are morose & bland with their perfect(irony) orchestration
One such route is the Richmond line enroute office. As I switched trains at Turnham Green, there boards this beautiful girl. She's sits opposite me entirely in black, lean frame...with black oxford shoes. Her rough while skin is lined with beautiful red-ish freckles. She seems like an artist or architect with that cylindrical carry-on.
Everything about her is rough-edged & utilitarian. She carries a square back-pack with leather look alike material(but not leather mind-you), with string based lock. Ruefully observes her frayed unkempt hair, which aren't straightened out at all, as she pulls her ponytail from coat's collar perhaps slept over previous day's hair do. Her face looks less cared for - one could almost spot a wrinkle next to her chin. Perhaps she has better things to do than heed to vanity of personal upkeep. Very interesting & indeed quite beautiful - magical almost. (But the kind like morning dew on flower petals, you'd like to observe & be mesmerized from a distance...else it disappears). More so, as we both deboard in 3min flat. And did I mention she sat slouching on the seat with foot-folded-inward-stance atypical of many introverts(Yes, love this city as girls don't have social mandate to sit in 'appropriate' civil ways! & no there's no paradox if to consider Indian outfits to complement the sensuality of the creation)
Then as I enter office, i see a familiar face D- she's a dapper & wearing her wonderful coat, again. But i sense vanity - & start corroborating my (biased?)inference with data. She's is used to people drooling over her & walk about with (over)confidence. Chin high as she leaps unsuccessfully to stop lift closing door, challenging basic etiquette. It's amusing to observe her 'struggle' so used to barging her way into 'owning spaces'. In the next lift we both enter & she immediately complements another girl over her coat :P(coincidental? haha...) Incidentally this other girl almost brushes aside the compliment in a stride, perhaps being into a conversation with her companion, far from reciprocating our dapper! The ego seems further bruised as she jumps off the lift as soon as it stops..As i head to my floor, i contemplate the difference hardly ever impressed by D. Her accessories may be tasteful but they are mass-merchandise money can buy, but lacks that personalized unique imperfection of flared trouser seams as our mystery girl above.
I like observing faces, believe it represents a glimse into sum total of our thoughts. Eyes particularly. We become our thoughts, each cell of it absorbs & exudes the kindness of our soul.
Since i've always been enamored by the complexity & beauty of women, each particularly unique & special(will not include mention of wizened stone-faced handyman carrying that Stanley tool-box.)
PS: It's a non-judgemental account of people from my vantage point making neither style of living any better or more respectful than the other.
One of the perks of living in a multi-ethnic city is the public transport throws such interesting colorful faces at you.
Particularly riding outside the city - contrary to the business center side of city that are morose & bland with their perfect(irony) orchestration
One such route is the Richmond line enroute office. As I switched trains at Turnham Green, there boards this beautiful girl. She's sits opposite me entirely in black, lean frame...with black oxford shoes. Her rough while skin is lined with beautiful red-ish freckles. She seems like an artist or architect with that cylindrical carry-on.
Everything about her is rough-edged & utilitarian. She carries a square back-pack with leather look alike material(but not leather mind-you), with string based lock. Ruefully observes her frayed unkempt hair, which aren't straightened out at all, as she pulls her ponytail from coat's collar perhaps slept over previous day's hair do. Her face looks less cared for - one could almost spot a wrinkle next to her chin. Perhaps she has better things to do than heed to vanity of personal upkeep. Very interesting & indeed quite beautiful - magical almost. (But the kind like morning dew on flower petals, you'd like to observe & be mesmerized from a distance...else it disappears). More so, as we both deboard in 3min flat. And did I mention she sat slouching on the seat with foot-folded-inward-stance atypical of many introverts(Yes, love this city as girls don't have social mandate to sit in 'appropriate' civil ways! & no there's no paradox if to consider Indian outfits to complement the sensuality of the creation)
Then as I enter office, i see a familiar face D- she's a dapper & wearing her wonderful coat, again. But i sense vanity - & start corroborating my (biased?)inference with data. She's is used to people drooling over her & walk about with (over)confidence. Chin high as she leaps unsuccessfully to stop lift closing door, challenging basic etiquette. It's amusing to observe her 'struggle' so used to barging her way into 'owning spaces'. In the next lift we both enter & she immediately complements another girl over her coat :P(coincidental? haha...) Incidentally this other girl almost brushes aside the compliment in a stride, perhaps being into a conversation with her companion, far from reciprocating our dapper! The ego seems further bruised as she jumps off the lift as soon as it stops..As i head to my floor, i contemplate the difference hardly ever impressed by D. Her accessories may be tasteful but they are mass-merchandise money can buy, but lacks that personalized unique imperfection of flared trouser seams as our mystery girl above.
I like observing faces, believe it represents a glimse into sum total of our thoughts. Eyes particularly. We become our thoughts, each cell of it absorbs & exudes the kindness of our soul.
Since i've always been enamored by the complexity & beauty of women, each particularly unique & special(will not include mention of wizened stone-faced handyman carrying that Stanley tool-box.)
PS: It's a non-judgemental account of people from my vantage point making neither style of living any better or more respectful than the other.
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