milky hair

i was in the train that day. in the women's coach, precisely. and all the women all around me were not talking to each other. but then when i look again at each of their faces i imagine how cool would it be if all of them would turn to the little girls they used to be, and chit chat with one another about how cute your dress is, how cute my hair is, or how cute that nail polish color on that girl's hands.

and all these little girls dressed finely in lilac and pink, with baby's breath on their hairs, and some of them hold a Barbie and a Kelly. and i imagine how wonderful would it be when suddenly this silence would turn to cheeky chuckles and laughters and this plain coach would eventually be colorful of rainbow colors.