One can only be sure of an uncertain faded point from where trains come and go. The platform turns into a stage of human longing, shuffling and destinations.
Thousand eyes wait.
One line slides over the other. Eyes follow iron rails until the dot blurs in the thin of the sky.
Travelers come and go. People meet and depart :
squeezed passengers, beggars, coolies, news hawkers, tea stalls and littered tracks make up the scene.
Thousands stare along the metallic edge.