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The terror of andheri

July 3rd, 2008 Posted in personal, surviving mumbai

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.

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  • Nidhi

    Believe it or I miss all that.. :(

  • Sonal Jhuj

    sigh.. i suppose i’ll miss it too… didn’t know one could get addicted to terror :)

  • The Quirky Indian

    Eloquently put. I think Andheri has become what Dadar used to be a few years back…..

    Cheers,
    Quirky Indian
    http://quirkyindian.wordpress.com

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