The city, the trains are all out there telling stories and teaching lessons to us. All we need to do is hear.
I cup my hand and place it close to my ear. To recollect, re-interprete the stories of trains in Mumbai. I start...
about the mirror that separates a person and his reflection...
about the horizon that connects the blue sky with the earth...
about aaditya the sun and aaditya the son.
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