I am fab ..fabulous not fabricated

Torrential wet night, Tokyo station , gushing winds, heavy raindrops splittering into fine mist by the metal overheads, unstoppable carried by the wind, refreshing even in the cold december, respite from the daily bickerings and constant evaluation... Train rolls by with its familiar rhythmic clunk, inside, happy cuddled over dressed wet people , there presence noticeable on the foggy glass windows, I press my cheek against the cold window... Happy to be alive !