On Tuesday, crowd does not spill over the tracks. Rajiv Chowk gives fewer calls for sos than on Monday. Our first protagonist is a metro, 6879, with 8 coaches. It enters slowly, making sure to stop in case anyone jumps off the platforms. No one jumps. 6879 has been a metro for one year two months and has been carrying people from Huda to Samayapur and Samyapur to Huda. 6879 has also been a number in thousands but that hardly fits in the storyline here. To be a train and not make jokes about railing down; to be on tracks and not laugh at how lifts do not lift us up; to be silver of metro and not get covered in the advertisements of Happydent; to be all this and still be able to push people around, that is training. On Wednesday, the lights inside the metro seem a little more yellow which is to say that I could pin the existence of more light to more light and not to less people. The white on shirts compete with pages on books and suddenly the book cover comes alive. Probably
Something like Aam Panna