I watched, with crossed arms, the compartments of the metro
train that passed by. I could notice, school
students fun and frolic in the little space that they had, few high profile uncles
reading newspaper and few others bargaining with the vendors, hijra group teasing
a teen, kids waving hands, a mother
trying to put her baby to sleep, TTE
negotiating terms with a youngster near the wash basin, and then some teachers trying to control a
group of some mentally challenged school kids, one of whom, sneaked out to give
me a gentle smile.
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