Ten Thousand Calories

“This was not a fairy tale, this was the real, the adult world in which frogs did not address princesses, and the only messages were the ones that people sent.” Ian McEwan, Atonement

She is one of those rare people who are so different from others. Trying to categorize her is like trying to argue with some headstrong individuals — just impossible, and something to avoid. Is she a punk, a pacifist or an introverted? Perhaps an environmentalist or a rebel?

Everyday she would board the 1 train at Penn Station at the break of dawn. The coordinator would nod his recognition at her, yet she would not show any sign of recognizing her surroundings. Not that it matters. Despite her lack of communication, regular riders enjoy her lurking presence in the corner of the carriage. She's just there, a beautiful and delicate being that you want to stay away from, yet to understand at the same time.

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