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 they already were, I moved on along the corridor.

I came across a group of travelers coming out of the platform. Two CRPF jawans, wearing their uniforms and brandishing their army issued rifles were passing comments to each other. As I moved to the gates of the platform, a young couple were gossiping ahead of me, possibly about their life, or their future. Probably making plans for their Valetines day. Ignoring the usual feel-touch body search used in the Delhi metro by the CRPF, I moved on to the platform where the last coach of the just arrived metro was calling me to its empty standing area. I filled my ears with the latest Backstreet Boys music and let my mind drift around until my stop arrived!