Ruthlessly sliding fingers moved across the screen as though they were slicing throats in a battlefield. Glued to overly bright screens, they stopped moving, they didn't talk, their faces looked as tense as if they were writing out IPS exams, and their fingers seemed to be the only active parts of their bodies. Suddenly, the chirpy women started to look like zombies. And suddenly, I saw all this chatter vanish away into thin air. These have become part and parcel of my daily journey by local train. I blatantly enjoy people's conversations (monster mother-in-law updates), naughty jokes (why did you sleep last night? *laugh erupts*), irrational fights (why are you fighting with me so early in the morning, guess you charged yourself instead of your phone) et al. Commuting to work from 'far far away' makes me aware of a lot of human behaviours, moods and preferences.
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