One night in a metro
As I passed along one of the famous burgers' shop chain to enter the seeming hollowness of the metro station, I passed by a middle aged couple sitting on the pavement. The man, playing his flute, blind from his eyes, could feel nothing but the movement of his fingers on the notes of the tune along his instrument. A young business man, coming out of the metro, dropped a 10 rupee note to the lady, who accepted it with a gaze of gratitude. As I moved down the stairs, I noticed a group of simple looking girls, yet to be exposed to the modern attitude of the capital city, crowding on a corner of the large enough passage, caressing the back of one of their friends, who was bent, seemingly in a position ready to vomit on to the drains passing through the corner. A group of people waiting for the lift to take them outside the metro to the bustling city, were staring at the happenings in the corner. Not wanting to add on to the crowd, and make the girls feel more uncomfortable than the...
