I’ve been travelling approximately 40 kilometres daily for the past two years. Throughout this time, not a single day has passed where my journey from home to college and back did not enthrall me. It's vivid. The bright lights of vehicles piercing the early morning’s blue haze. Blurry shadows sailing towards their ports. Weary individuals yearning for greater things. All these particle events intersect for 25 minutes and then depart again, moving past each other. Tragic tales of love—some reading them, some living them. Gazing—some out of windows, some into their beloved’s souls.

The scene inside the metro remains unchanged: a flurry of grey coats rushing, the waiting of anxious travellers, and the chilly temperature—all constants. Transforming landscapes outside, from patches of greenery to unforgiving, brutalist grey buildings, to the hypnotizing flow of the river, remain constant. Shared admiration between an aged couple remains unwavering. Friendly squabbles among teenagers persist. The aspiration of a middle-aged worker to provide a better life for his family is unbreakable.

Amidst all these, the sole variable factor is your response. You can either turn a blind eye and scurry off to whatever your destination is or take a moment to admire the monotony of life.