She must’ve been 30. Wearing a shimmery red saree. She sat at the window seat munching peanuts. The un-shelled kind.
I bought my ticket and sat beside her. The munching continued. Even in my sleep deprived state I noticed something I didn’t like. As she proceeded to eat her way through her packet of peanuts, she shelled each one, carefully, meticulously. Then, the shells flew out of the little gap in the window. I was disturbed. I wanted to tell her to stop. But what language would she understand? Will she laugh at me? Shout?
Before I could muster enough courage to tell a stranger to not to litter, she had finished her snack! AND to my utmost horror, she proceeded to throw the packet too. All I did was open and close my mouth like a goldfish…Ugh.
Next time, whether I know Kannada or not, I’ll protest. ‘Cause right now, I don’t like myself much :(
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