Hop on the train. Greet smiling and genial faces. No one is screaming, not even a baby. There is no sign of differences among the White, Brown and Black. There is no room for hatred and agony. Only love and peace resides in your utopia.

You wake up to the sound of the train stopping. No one is impatient. No one tries to race and no one tries to push. Everyone selflessly puts others, even strangers, ahead and gives space to go. No one has a phone in their hands while you go down. Everyone is immersed in the music of their voices rather than being immersed in artificial music through the headphones and earphones stuffed in their ears. Your ears and your heart resonate with the sound of laughter which induces this feeling of strange, indescribable tranquility and a boost in your serotonin level. Here, everyone knows each other and love knows no bounds. There are no 'Love Laws', something you had once read in your favourite Arundhati Roy book.  This land knows no sorrow, grief and agony. Stop. You realise no such place exists. Is this a dream? It cannot be. Everything looks so real.

The trees have lush green leaves and bear fresh, plum fruits. Here, there is no deforestation. Instead, trees are planted by each person of this land. The air is fresh. The rivers and lakes are clean. No one litters. They have trash cans everywhere. No one wastes and no one harms. There are politicians but there is no corruption. No one is greedy for wealth. There is no zoo because they believe animals are meant to be free. They have their home and family. They have feelings too. "No animal is to be caged and no animal should be used for entertainment purposes," the president had said.

In Utopia, no one commits crimes so there are no jails. Everyone, including females of all ages, is free to be, even during the dark. Everyone works in unison and peace. There is no sense of inferiority or superiority. A team is a team, they believe. There is no sole leader, everyone leads. The climate here is also perfect, perfect winters and perfect summers. The air does not choke you. You want to be outside all the time now with these wonderful strangers. That is strange. You never felt like being outside for a long time. You preferred lounging at home on weekends and forcefully worked from home on most weekdays. The weather and people were never like this. What happened?

The loud sound of the television breaks you, detaches you from your utopia. You find yourself lounging on your sofa with an open bag of chips spilled under you. "Scientists believe it is too late," the reporter says with a sullen voice.

Ayra Areeba Abid's favourite word is 'serendipity' and she's a linguistics geek. Connect with her at areeba.ayra@gmail.com