The terror of andheri

As Ville Parle passes by, toes slowly shrink in. Handbags are clutched tight.

Quick shuffling of feet. Two steps to the side. Cowering by the metal walls.

Furtive glances at the platform as the train slows down. Eyes wide with terror watching greedy faces, waiting to pounce.

A collective deep breath, almost orchestrated. A sea of arms and legs.

They find gaps by the walls, hold on tight and hope the twisted bodies entering the coach don’t sweep them off their feet and feed them to the sweaty depths of the coach.

That’s the terror of Andheri.