Life on the Metro.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
It was around 9 in the morning. The Delhi Walla was on the Yellow Line of the Delhi Metro.
Ten minutes after leaving Chawri Bazaar Metro Station, the eight-coaches-long train came to a stop at the crowded Rajiv Chowk. A great mass of commuters emptied the sixth coach. A greater number of commuters filled it up an instant later.
They two were among the new arrivals.
He was in a yellow sweater. She was in a red jacket. Scores of men in many other shades of sweaters and jackets stood around them.
Soon afterwards, his arm went up to hold a grab handle for support. While her arm enveloped him.
She kept on looking at his eyes. He kept on looking at her eyes. The people around them kept on looking at their respective mobile phones.
The train crossed one station after another, but they remained steady.
The world came crashing down as the train stopped at Saket. Her arm relucantly let go of him as he stepped out of the coach. The train left the station.
She then moved towards a window, gloomily took out a mobile phone from her handbag, and started to tap on it. Her eyes were alive again.
She stepped out of the coach at Huda City Center, the Yellow Line’s last stop.
Love on the go
4. (Well, actually they seem to be just buddies)