When it comes to local trains in our city, almost every
single operational hour is a rush hour. You never know when the public is going
to rise in numbers at a given platform. As a result, the lines are drawn for
who goes where. Ladies compartments for ladies. General compartments for anyone
who cares to fight their way in and then out. First-class compartments for
those who think they are better off when they aren’t. Handicap compartments for
those who shouldn’t fight at all. Oh, and let’s not forget the luggage compartment.
This dingy compartment for the ones with heavy baggage and baskets. And during
the early morning rides, the vendors/hawkers/peddlers who cram into this exclusive bogey are very particular
about not losing anything in transit. They make sure not a single fruit or a
bunch of spinach is damaged or misplaced. However, when it so happens that they fail to balance the heavy
load on their head and as a consequence, lose a commodity or two, they don’t
even care to pick up their waste so as to dispose of it in a nearby garbage
bin. It’s edible, so they won’t throw it away. And the result is that the station
ends up looking like a sticky marketplace during such moments of undesired
loss.
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