Everyone has a story to tell; some express some don't
It's another Sunday today, but a bit more relaxed yet critically thoughtful. I spend normal weekends (when I get so much free time) watching movies. It's another such Weekend. Yesterday, I went to a movie theater with my wife on a local train in Mumbai. It was around 9 AM in the morning. It was the same crowd that you can expect in Mumbai; however, it would be much more if it would not be the Weekend. We stepped into the train and did the same thing that any other would do, searched for the vacant seat. Reena (my wife) called me from somewhere around, "Kartik, here it is; come fast." I quickly looked at the seat and approached just in time but stopped when I realized that a kid who expected to get that seat had stepped back to his father seeing me. I signaled the kid to take a seat and exchanged a smile with his father. These are very normal scenes you will come across while traveling in Mumbai locals. What I did was similar to what anyone would have done if they had ...