She sat by the mainstream area, its ubiquity reminds her of such hunkering for a man's silhouette, stationed and immobile, beside her.
She spun her head, noticing how candidly dull everything, and everyone is. Yet, realizing among it (and them) all, it was her-- the most unfortunate of all.
She felt the solitude, for herself. Reckoning where to go, and what to do. Whether to blame herself, or to curse the world for her miserable mishap.
She needed the prowess, so she picked up that piece of tissue paper to write on. She poured out, disgorged her thoughts. And, on that moment, for once at least, such miserable mishap into a blessing in disguise had transformed to.