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.