Conversations in the train...

Well... so yea... I missed my bus... again...
Squeezed myself into the train... again...
Wind in my hair... sun on my face... I was feelin pretty darn good... grateful to be alive...
Some women had squeezed their little butts & were squatting near the train door, sounding surprised as to how uncrowded the train was.... ("uncrowded" in Indian terms means... yea we're all standing and still breathing...wow!... our guts aren't tryin to squeeze themselves outa our mouth!)... So anyway... they were chitti-chatting & ribbing each other in "amchi Marathi" and I pulled out my brand-spankin-new Sony mp3 player (which is pink by the way... just so that no guy may ever wanna own the thing)... and I was merrily listening to my Gospel music (MercyMe, Avalon & Casting Crowns are totally my faves) and zippin across stations in a merry mood... when I chanced to look down at the women talking (I was standing of course!... imagine my butt tryin to squeeze into a small nook on an "uncrowded" Indian train... not a pretty sight I tell you!)... So there they were... these 4 women... all teeth and smiles and giggles... One of the women opened up her wallet & pulled out a small plastic folder that had a couple of passport pics... She then proceeded to gleefully pass the pic around... showing off her "mera-walla"... her husband.... Encouraged and wanting to show-off their men too, the other ladies then went on to pull out pics of their husbands and pass them around... The light in their eyes and the smiles on their faces as they spoke of these men told me that they loved them quite a bit... I wondered... as I looked of the pics of these men who seemed pretty plain, as to what they had done to deserve women as these?... If only they could see what I saw... they'd hold their women close and whisper affectionate nothings in their ears... thanking God for this chance at something beautiful... For what could be better than to love and receive love in return?
... Not a damn thing!