Life on a Metro

The next station is New Delhi. Gates will open on the left. The constant crooning of announcements lull me into a trance.

As I consume time and distance, I don't want this ride to end. Everything is so clean. Everything so much in control. Each of us sit silently sullenly looking into some point on the roof that is really not there. Nobody catches my eye. They don't want me to remember them. Nobody wants to remember me either.

It's a ride. And it is all paid for upfront.

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