On the train back, after picking up some books from the library, I sat myself down on the only available seat I could spot around me, wedged between two men.
A tinge of musty air lingered above it. It smelt of after work – like a long, tired out, slightly defeated day filled with manual tasks.
I considered giving up the seat, but the split moment passed and I decided to stay put. Considering all things, the weight of my bag was giving me the bigger problem.
My long ride was filled with languid, home-bound people not doing anything in particular. The two men beside me were preoccupied with their phones. I too fiddled with mine, clicking on my apps out of boredom rather than interest.
Then the woman two seats away started ranting about her day over the phone, her loud jarring voice shattering the cloak of silence that hung over the carriage.
The pairs of eyes across me shifted to her in an instant, faces still expressionless, and I turned up my music to drown her out.