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.

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