Day 82
He sat there by my side.
Losing his grip.
Getting frustrated.
He clawed his bag with impatience.
I sat quietly beside.
With no movement.
Staring hard into my book.
Hours went by in silence.
Then came the time for him to leave.
Handsome, random, cab partner!
#FindingJoyInMiseries
Nuraine Sadaf 
HOURS waiting in a cab?? I’d be clawing my bag, too. ‘Must be some fun getting to work every day, leaving four hours early just to make the cab trip through Mumbailurkatesch traffic. [I just made that blended city name up, by the way.]
Did you more than glance at him or just sense he was handsome? A handsome cab companion. 😛 heh. Handsome cab.
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I cannot help but giggle after reading this “just sense he was handsome?”
So, my friend, I wasn’t brave enough to look straight at his face. Only remember his tense hands and made up sweet stories to make my boring journey entertaining.
Also, what you just made up -Mumbai, is the name of a city in India. And when it rains in these cities traffic just get crazier than ever.
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I’m rarely brave enough to look at faces, too. I typically look when the person gets off the bus or passes me on a path; but, even then, without my eyeglasses on, I tend to see only blurs.
Yes, I know what Mumbai is. So, I should bring armor and weapons for rainy days in Mumbai, ay?
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