I was taking a long journey back home from South Delhi to North Delhi, through the Delhi metro transport. I walk in to the women's compartment — because like most days, I am travelling alone — and I see a rare sight. A security dog is lying on the floor with a red lead around him that tells me that the sweet doggo is Honey. The partner stands next to Honey and tries to ignore the different types of looks his partner is getting from the women around. Honey is so calm, so used to riding the metro and the bustle of the people around. People do not get close to them, but a mother and daughter gets on, and they adore Honey. They cannot keep their eyes and smiles to themselves. I smile back. I wonder if Honey likes working, I wonder if honey would want to be a doggy child to a nice loving family. When Honey gets off the train, I wish Honey a nice loving home when retirement comes close.
I see a lady step on a girl's feet, who I overheard talking about TikTok, and it is the most genuine apology I have witnessed in weeks. The girl tries to not appear upset. Minutes later, TikTok girl steps on someone else's shoes, she apologises, but the lady dusts off the dirt from her good looking black flats and get off the train.
Some college girls get on the train, and one of them, with a backless dress stands in front of me. I notice the little hairs on her back grow in unison, in the direction that leaves grow in. Beautiful, I think to myself. Nature, I think, how lovely.
On another station, a family of four gets on. I can tell that the Mother, Father and the little sister are blind. The little boy has a fedora hat on, and he looks like he could be about five years of age. He is carrying a bag that is much too heavy for him, and I want to lean in, hold his hand and tell him that he bears so much weight for his family. I want to hug him and his heart while he looks on attentively at the indicator that shows him where the train is. But I don't. Why does showing emotion seem so foreign in a place like this. He looks at me with his bright innocent eyes and I smile at him, and he shyly smiles. In that moment, that was enough.
