God is gone, we are on our own...
23rd March, 2012 There was a bustling atmosphere at the station; Mumbai is a city where everyone seems to be in a perpetual rush, and Vyom was no exception that day. He needed to catch a train to return home for a festival celebration. Just in the nick of time, he boarded the train and discovered someone had already occupied his reserved berth. An untidy man, likely a laborer, was sitting there, probably intending to enjoy the sleeper class luxury tonight at Vyom's expense. "Excuse me, ye meri berth hai, S1 17", said Vyom. "Par TC ne to bola 17 par baith jao, 100 rupaye bhi liye", the man said. "Hmmm TC se check karna padega" said Vyom and he went looking for the TC in the other compartment. "Sir ye S1 17 is my berth par waha koi baitha hai, bol raha hai ki aapne berth usse allocate kar diya". "Nahi nahi kaun hai, usko bolo 18 par baithe, 18 khali hai", said the TC. "Ok" said Vyom and went back to his berth to an...