Originally Posted by atiguhya padma
Most often, I used to sit on the third seat by the aisle at the end of a carriage, as this gave me more leg room.
Now I sometimes sit in the window seat at the end of the carriage. It feels cramped. But that feeling reminds me of places I would hide when I was a child; of being in bed; of intimacy.
Yesterday, I saw you, for the first time, with your child board the train, and sit adjacent to me, on the other side of the aisle. Today, you sat on my side and said "Hello". I was totally unprepared and echoed your words in a mumbling incompetence. Sometimes, its difficult to handle civilisation on public transport!