There was this women

there was this woman
shawl around her neck
sitting just right there
front-right from me
on the train to yotz

the light didn’t come from anywhere
and the windows
were more like frames
showing places
I don’t remember visiting

I was scribbling
nothing important
just my thoughts
spilling into paper
like they already knew the way out

she leaned over
"you write?"
I didn’t say yes
didn’t say no either

but she
took the pen
the book
like it was always hers
like I had been holding it for her
without knowing

said,
"what if I wrote something?"
and before I could breathe
she did

"प्यार और ज़िम्मेदारी ना,
दो अलग-अलग ज़बान जैसे हैं…
और मैंने कभी नहीं सीखा
कि दूसरी बोलते-बोलते
पहली कैसे संभालूं।"