How do you describe a scene of a railway station?

Okay, so how do you even describe a railway station? It’s… overwhelming, you know? Like, the noise! The sheer cacophony – it hits you right away. I remember this one time, I was in Mumbai’s Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus – absolutely packed, people everywhere. It was insane. The air was thick with the smell of chai – that sweet, milky scent – mixed with, well, everything else. Diesel fumes, spices, sweat…it’s a crazy cocktail. Almost comforting in its intensity, weirdly enough.

And the faces! Thousands of them, all rushing around. Each one a story, I swear. You see the tiredness in their eyes, the worry etched on their foreheads. Some are laughing, some are crying – you see hurried goodbyes, these quiet, tearful reunions that just… break your heart a little. I always wonder, where are they going? What are they leaving behind? Their families? A job? A life they’re running away from, or running towards? It’s all so intensely private, yet so utterly public.

It’s like, a tiny sliver of the whole world, right there in that one spot. A crazy, chaotic microcosm. People coming and going, constantly, a never-ending stream. Sometimes I just stand there, lost in it all, watching the whole thing unfold. Makes you think, doesn’t it? About how much we all share, even when we’re all so different. And how quickly things can change. I mean, one minute you’re saying goodbye, the next you’re reunited…or maybe not. It’s life, I guess. A constant arrival and departure. Just… intense.