Saturday, November 17, 2007

The woman on the train

I saw her first at the underground railway station. She was about 30. Her face was red. It must have been a cold. She had a book with her. It was written in Turkish. I also had a book, by VS Naipaul. After arranging her clothes she settled into her seat to read. The train approached. She quickly got up, anticipating the train's arrival. We both needed a seat. We each found one. We smiled at each other. It is much easier to read while sitting. She opened her book and resumed her reading. I resumed mine. But she was too intriguing, so I ignored my book and watched her as she traced her finger over the words she was reading. Soon she was speaking the words to herself, immersed in the world the pages conveyed. The author's mind and her mind were meeting as the stations came and went. The author did not know. But I did, watching this woman on the train.

2 comments:

Manizheh said...

Nice observation. You are always curious.;)

mehran joon said...

hiiiiiiiiii i'm mehran...
i'm very surprised about them...
they're very beautiful...
i'm very thanked you...
i'm very pleased if you send me the large size of them...
thanked again,
the woman that teached them id my aunt, now i'll go her home and seen to her.
byeeeeeeeeeee