Bangalore is a good place to be stranded in life, as any. Better than most , in fact. You might actually believe you are part of something larger.

There's a finality to a train leaving a station, an untouchability to the separation that it spews as every bogie clanksnpast. a new thread of life starting for the departed, while yours skeins back to the familiar almost immediately.

Tears well up when I realize I am enjoying the clackety clack by myself. That one soul who shared the glee with me is not around any longer