Sinews of Hope

The Left, The Centre, The Right

In a city where broken hearts are trod upon and tears disappear under the humid sun, sights which uplift the melancholia must be rejoiced.

In trains where aspirations fall over the tracks and victories are made to adjust with defeats on its seats, little triumphs must be celebrated.

From homes where brash has become a dialect and howls camouflaged as greetings, the silence of the winds must be listened to.

On the roads where helter-skelter is a pattern and defiance the rule, the long-standing archaic must be appreciated.

Amidst the class that has made running-to-live its first habit and ineptitude the second, the slow and the dead must be remembered.

In a city where broken hearts are trod upon and tears disappear under the humid sun, sights which uplift the melancholia must be rejoiced.

Sights which uplift the melancholia must be rejoiced...


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The Left: The Christian man who is proud to wear his religion around his neck and unafraid of making people happy by playing beautiful music on his mouthorgan in the local trains. Photo taken at Churchgate station, Mumbai.

The Centre: The relic from the past which has stood the test of time and is history in itself: CST station.

The Right: The old Hindu man with a sitar-like musical instrument with three strings, near Churchgate station. His voice was barely audible and music nonexistent but his expectant face shone out of the crowd.



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