During my first year, at the University. I spent countless hours on public transport travelling to and from the campus. On the way home one evening I sat near the doors of the train compartment.
During my journey, F looked up from my book
brow around the seats. I was alone, but for a tall, fat, bearded man in green
cap and a block T- shirt. He had tattoos all over his massive arm. He had a
rigid face of a smile and he had very strong fearful muscles.
I
felt a little uneasy worrying about what type of a man he could be and hoped,
the train would stop at my station soon. At the next stop the train stopped and
I got off and briskly walked along the platform. I was relieved then about the
tall, stern looking man and casually looked behind. I saw him walking fast in
my direction. I quickened my steps but my legs refused to carry me fast. My
heart beat increased and I felt I was panting for breath.
Before I could look back again I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. He had stopped me. He looked at me with his thick lips moving into a light smile. "Buddy" ! Holding out a mobile "Excuse me" he said "You left this on your seat". I decided never again to judge someone on what he looks like. 😞
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