On Board A Crowded Train
Upon accomplishing the feat of boarding the MRT train, I found myself sandwiched helplessly between two youths. My sweat-stricken arms were tucked closely to my body as I gasped for breath. It was in the evening, and as I scanned the carriages, I realised that the train was packed with people from all walks of life, ranging from uniform-clad students who were busy wiping off beads of perspiration on their foreheads, to businessmen who were returning to their domiciles after a hectic day at work. As the train gradually garnered pace, ear-piercing screams engulfed the train as many were unable to maintain their balance. As a result, they fell on unfortunate commuters around them, who could not react in time, thus acted as cushions. This was followed by sincere apologetic mumbles and angry complaints, while the faces of some twisted in agony. Some stuffed fanciful earpieces into their ears and swayed their heads to the rhythm of the heavy metal music, gesticulating spontaneously. In contrast, some commuters closed their eyes and swayed lifelessly like drunkards, accompanied by their snores. Several passengers attempted to stay awake and rubbed their bloodshot eyes incessantly. In the corner, loud chatters among students emanated, and commuters shot glares of ire towards them, who seemed to be engrossed in their conversations, thus were in complete oblivion to the phenomenon. My eyelids now seemed to weigh a ton as I wondered when I would arrive home.
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