the man with a bird like squeaky voice,

mumbai local,where

first class ladies exist, side

by

      side,

next to local class,

except for the crosses,

on the upper ridges of the ‘dabba’,

and the eight rupee ticket,

that could cost a ‘local class journey’,

would instead be double,

if not more,

at least,

the train stops every few

minutes...

Goregaon.....

Ville Parle.....

Santa Cruz...

Khar....Mahim...Matunga Road

the man with a bird like

squeaky voice,

manages a few curious

glances,

some take bindis,

which prompt others to

see the fare of hankerchiefs

he has,

a few fivers pocketed..

the hankerchiefed, squeaky

voiced bird like man, moves on...

to the next, non ladies,

carriage.