Old delhi railway station 2212

A station is a common denominator. Whether you drive in a BMW or catch an auto you end up in the midst of mass humanity. Humow bagged parcels source and destination unknown lying in desolate despair . Same kiosks selling same packs. Only the language on the sign board changes. Luggage and people coupled in holy matrimony. Fog lights turning the sky an orange shade. The disembodied voice over the mike announces in the same peculiar way that challenges one auditory properties. Another night. Another train

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