Czech Train

MRT

Manila

I ride this train every now and then just to see the city. And today, I preferred standing, holding on to the overhead handle bar. I was pleased by gentle rocking and creaking of the tracks. She was standing a few feet from where I was, body swaying with the train. She squinted. Was it sunlight? Then she came to within kissing distance of a sign by the door that says - Made in Czech Republic. She beamed in delight. “You must be a Czech chick.” I managed to say. She smiled and said, “Yes!” “And what’s your name?” “Simona….”
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Morning Rush

MRT
Manila

The queues were long. We patiently waited in line. But the others will barge in for sure when the train comes. Two old people came in position by the door looking anxious amidst the mob in the morning rush for work. There is no way they can wrestle their way in without physical harm. So, the instant the door opened, I boxed-out, held my position, and let them through first. The flow of commuters pushing their way in swept us all inside. The doors closed; the train moved; and we grabbed the handlebars while turning away from one another.

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