March is not suppose to be like how it is now. A train journey home....it felt like waving to the islands from the helicopter.
No food, drink, violent pushing and standing up most of the time, who on the right mind will like it?
But now, I would definitely not mind hopping on the train at nine.
I've never felt all ecstatic inside standing so near to someone who's a head plus a few inches taller.
Built body. Aaahaaaaa, there I could have just live with my tea.
The olive green jacket hung on his right shoulder where I could rest my head peacefully.
Its a dream, how I wish.
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