The stranger

The thing we notice about a city is gawking strangers from every nook and corner. We feel threatened and cornered. The first week can be stressful and worrisome. Eyes follow us everywhere we go. The faces are hard and the expressions are rough. Sometimes it is difficult to see a friendly face and we feel like we are stuck in an alien world. Most nights, I have cried myself to sleep and contemplated if I should return back to my safe haven. However, a part of me was excited to experience the thrill and energy of the city. The secret is to accept the people for what they are and be open to new cultures. We would have to ease our beliefs to accept new ones. And the most important of all is not to judge people. The silent moody girl with her headphones might not be the cold type. The modern girl with her latest fashion look could be a friendly and sweet after all.  The people of the metro are people who have dreams and passion. They are weak and strong just like us.
The second important key is not to trust easily. I am not cynical and cruel. In a small town where we practically grew up, every person is an acquaintance or friend. In a metro, we are practically strangers cohabitating together. There is a slight gap behind belief and trust. Believe all but trust no one. We take our next step in the trust that the earth will hold us. We believe that the weather might be hot. The difference will help you acclimate yourself in a metro. And the most important of all, Trust your instincts, They are rarely wrong. Be open, be strong and let the metro grow in you.