Iridescent bubbles of various colors and shapes floating in the air. Sometimes they bump into each other, sometimes they float solitarily. The sight of soap bubbles drifting in the air is one that makes people of all ages stop and look. Little rainbows in themselves, they make one feel caught up in a fairy-world, if even for a minute.
Ironically enough, I see bubbles all around me everyday- but of a different kind. From the time I begin my commute to work, till I get home each evening, I am a part of a bubble world. The subways are packed to the brim with people-some of whom like to pretend they don’t occupy any space…they need to retake their physics class – but each one is wrapped in their worlds. Almost every person today that I see in the train has ear-buds on; like they are blocking out the world and creating their own private space in the midst of human chaos. Maybe in an ever exploding city like New York, getting any personal space is a major feat; people take every opportunity to carve out their own little niche.
It’s not unfamiliar or weird today to see people dancing to the tunes in their heads, humming bits of songs I’ve never heard, swaying with the train to the beats of their music... forming almost tangible bubbles around them. Heads are immersed in IPads and Kindles, catching up on the news, reading books from their to-read list, fingers moving furiously whilst playing 'Waterslide Extreme' or ' Lyric Legends'
My bubble is created partly out of morning grumpiness, partly because no one talks to me on the train and partly to help me catch up on my romance novels- my own personal flight of fantasy.
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