Life in the Metro.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
She was probably around twenty (see the photo above). She wore a purple sari with silver-colored designs that seemed to be patterned after flowers and leaves. Her arms were covered with purple bangles. She must be a newly-married woman.
The Delhi Walla saw her in a coach on the Blue Line of the Delhi Metro. The woman’s head was veiled with the end of her sari. She was seated between an elderly woman and a young man. One of her hands was holding the veil in place, the other rested on her lap. Initially, the woman’s face was completely hidden behind her sari. But later, when the train was somewhere between Nirman Vihar and Dilshad Garden, she lifted the veil and looked around curiously. Her big eyes rested on the row of passengers seated directly opposite her.
Just then the two male commuters standing in front of her came closer to each other in the middle of an amiable discussion over the morality of capital punishment. They blocked the view. The woman could no longer be seen.
Soon the Dilshad Garden Metro station arrived. Doors slid open. Doors closed. The train began to move. The woman’s place was empty.
[Metro Observed series is my attempt to build an archive of mobile phone moments I experience everyday as a commuter in the Delhi Metro.]