I really want to write a happy post today . Because I'm happy today. And the world most often knows only my sad days. I'm sitting in a train and there is a cute couple sitting opposite to me. They are sharing a cup of coffee , and sometimes when they feel I'm not looking , they'll steal a kiss. You know the fresh kind of love . Love that just started. Love that is yet to impress.

I wonder what they see , sitting opposite to them,a girl with glasses and unkept hair , always on her phone, she smiles at times and takes pictures too. They are considering sharing their biscuits . But everyone knows that it's against India's sharing policies to share biscuits with a stranger on a train.

I take my own sachet of biscuits. My dark fantasy is out of league for your good day. But I suddenly don't want them anymore. Hey reader, you're wrong, this is not a sad post. I'm happy. But I'll eat my biscuits after they're asleep, so I don't disturb them. And for now I'll look out of my window. I'll smile at the evening turning darker and the moon peeping out of trees. And I'll fall asleep whilst the lovers still whisper stories. While I dream of my own.