Not for every one

As Sarah sat on the usual window seat on her daily train, her eyes met a pair of teary eyes. 

That girl who sat across, sobbed and cried as she stared outside the window, thinking, in pain, melancholy. 

A heart beat got skipped. Those tears hit her hard. Suddenly that girl's face became her own. Her stare looking out of that window became her own. Sarah saw her own self sitting there. Staring out of that window, looking at nothing and everything as the city's landscapes passed by. For months that she commuted by these trains, she never noticed those buildings or those sign boards, her own thoughts occupied all the senses. Her eyes saw nothing as her thoughts paced faster than the speed of that local train. Those endless times she's sat on those seats, fought that lame battle of holding her tears back, asking those questions, talking to herself, wondering, waiting. That big a city, all those people and yet no one to notice her tears. No one to say anything to her. All that noise inside her mind and yet absolute silence in her life made her go insane.

Train stopped. Sarah bounced back to reality. She noticed she herself had welled up. She decided to talk to that girl sitting across her. She could speak to her. At least comfort her. Say something...anything. She knew she would have felt comforted had someone noticed her sadness during those days. She got up. 

Suddenly, something happened that she hadn't anticipated. That girl received a call. Slowly, her tears stopped. She was now talking. After a minute, this girl wiped her tears and started smiling. In between the drying tears and occurring smiles, she talked, complained, and fought. Tears vanished. Love and beauty remained to be seen. Pain and then smiles. That's how it goes for everyone, isn't it?

Sitting back on her seat, Sarah looked at her own phone. She knew there isn't a call she'd receive. She wiped her own tears thinking..."not for everyone".