The train halts in the middle of the journey. He’s on his way to a new city.
The lady across from him is blind.
Suddenly she asks, “Could you please describe the view outside? I’ve heard it’s very beautiful.”
The view is beautiful. Grassy mountains, snowcapped peaks, a clear blue sky… he wished his home was half as lovely.
But he doesn’t tell her any of this. She probably thinks he’s rude. But he’s mute.