It’s not that I won’t be getting hot sips for the rest of the day, but the familiar flavor of homemade tea will be missed for sure. [break]
While most Londoners are used to taking their tea with just teabags, I’m in no way getting rid of sugar.
Following the same schedule of Bus-train-tube-tube, at the end of the day I wonder if I really enjoyed my day, and with a remarkable pause I would come back with a “Yes, I have.”
It’s 8:32 am and the fastest train to Victoria is departing from Platform One. I used to wonder what made these Londoners rush and run for the trains without being aware of the fact that I would be doing the same after three months of my time-wasting analyzing people and the trains.
And guess what? I can actually have those sexy wedges on and walk fast with a mission of not missing a single tube which somehow even fails to take me to my desk on time.
I find it amazing how I travel with so many people in the stations and it’s intriguing to get those ambiguous smiles from those strangers.
The London mantra is simply a SMILE even when you don’t mean to smile. Everyday I walk along with crowds of people in the big stations, and never will I actually get a space to sit because the next stop comes in a jiffy.
You will hardly see anyone staring at you because everyone is busy with his own life. But unfortunately, if you find somebody with nothing on her mind, then she will be searching for a place to settle somewhere in the next couple of minutes.
In Nepal, enjoying window view could be one of the most exciting things while traveling. But in the London tube, if you dare to look outside, you will probably end up getting a headache.
Tackling with those meaningless smiles and unwanted thank you’s and sorry-s, I sigh with relief while getting inside my workplace.
This is indeed a healthy environment where everyone you come across sounds so friendly that it doesn’t matter if there’s no close friend at all.
I’m always mesmerized by how people here recall your name even after just one meet. In any case, I’m worst and have almost gone through nightmares remembering some of my supervisors’ names.
Talking behind the back is the same everywhere. Thank God they don’t have native languages to gossip here, otherwise I would have felt left out in the conversation, even though it is difficult to catch the British accent instantly.
By the time you realize your presence in between smarty brains and still unfamiliar faces, you grow with the feeling of being in one small global village and respecting each other’s existence in the vicious cycle we call life.
The writer currently lives and works in London, UK.
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