Fatma

On the train yesterday I saw the coolest woman. She was probably around 60 years old, with short, spiky grey hair, and wearing a yellow and green outfit. Everything was matching, including her green loafers. She was so put together. I wish we knew each other, or that I could see her again. I feel like she probably spends her evenings sipping pink lemonade and reading To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

I think I have a love-hate relationship with public transport. On the one hand, it’s quick and easy and you can see a variety of cool people, but on the other, you are pretty much guaranteed never to see those people again. I find it weird that although I use public transport to get home from school every day, and to get to a lot of other places, I always see different people. It’s quite daunting when I think about how many people in the world I’ve seen, and how many people I will never get to see. I also think about all of the boys with curtains whom I’ll never get to see, and it makes me sad.

Another thing that made my day was when an East Asian man who was crossing the road waved at my family and I in the car. It was so kind; I wish everyone could have the same outlook on life as that guy. I find it funny that the things I saw while traveling to where I was going were more interesting than the actual event I was going to. It was a long day, but I want to thank those cool people I saw for making it bearable. ♦