While I was busy observing the calmness and satisfaction on her face, which I believe are greater virtues than happiness, she looked at me. Since the train was empty that afternoon, it did not even seem like I was staring at someone behind her. She kept her book aside and said ‘hi’ to me. I was a little taken aback, but then as quickly I was drawn to the reality to realize that it was me who she was talking to.‘Hi there, my name is Sarah’, she said again. I blinked twice before I could reply. ‘I’m Joseph’ said I, politely shaking hands with her.‘So you’re going to get down at the Pavilion Station’ she asked. I could not tell her that every other day I had missed my station already and calmly settled down to reach the end station and take a bus back home. ‘No, the next’ I replied.She smiled at me politely, not knowing what to say. ‘Nice weather it is’ she came up with. I could not concentrate on what she was saying anymore. I was too distracted and bluntly asked ‘You look so happy and contented with what you do. Are you married?’
‘Not too happy with the situation, but thankful and contented’ she replied, making my heart sink further. She seemed to be a little too excited about replying to that and went on describing how she never thought she would carry a baby at this age and how the whole period has changed her a lot into a whole new and better person. She spoke about viewing life from another point of view with how perspectives change, how one develops as a person and how one would count each day so that one can witness the big day soon. She seemed contented while speaking about how she felt. Not happy, but contented, this struck me. She seemed to have a lot to talk about this particular matter with the same calmness that still lurked on her face. All I could think was she is too young for all this.