“In the night I hear him talk, coldest story ever told,

Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul…”

She removed the earphones and put away her cellphone that played the Kris Allen song on the loop. She’d been listening to it for the past two days now and even when her phone was tucked away safely in her purse, the song continued to play, in her head. She needed to update her playlist. Being the moron she was, she had chosen to leave her only source of solace behind. Her beloved book. She cursed mentally.  Now she was stuck in the train for an hour with little to do. She spent sometime thinking about the latest assignment on her plate. Five minutes later her train of thought had reached a forbidden station. She could not disembark here. Trying to think about something else was a herculean task. So, she reverted back to the good ol’ exercise of observing her fellow passengers. It usually did not fail to amuse her. Today, it only reminded her of the rut she was in. The people around her, her job and the things she herself did – all seemed more mundane than ever. Then the announcement lady delivered her one-liner announcing another station. She did not really listen. Her mind had trained itself to completely disregard the announcements that took place ever so frequently. When she finally did come out of her reverie, the lady was talking again, announcing an obscure station. She jumped up from her seat. The women around her stared at her. She craned her neck to look at the route chart. She felt like cursing out loud. But the ladies were already staring hard enough. The lady announced the arrival of a station.

The doors banged opened and she rushed out onto the station she had never been to before.

This particular daydream was going to cost her.