Therapist on wheels
Fleeting thoughts. Random memories. Long lost virtues. One brightly lit and crowded compartment. Who would have thought the daily commute to workplace would perhaps turn into an involuntary session with the therapist? But who is the therapist here? Your mind! Come to think of it, in the contemporary times, the Metro is the only sphere of space and time, where we find ourselves days after days with nothing to tackle except for our own self. If we were to separate the omnipresent mobile phone from its owner, we will have a patient who now finds himself or herself lost in the maze of his or her life. Living and dead relatives, their idiosyncrasies, one'e own achievements and regrets and what not. As if a pandora's box of memories has been opened without the luxury of choosing what to select for the next analysis. Thoughts appear on their and bring the corresponding mysterious smile or an uncomfortable shift around the seat.