It’s just a little past 6.30pm. The sun’s setting, and I, after a 20-minute autorickshaw ride from my client’s plush office, have managed to make it to Vashi station. It’s been raining during the day, and the station is dark, muddy, and wet. Involuntarily, I find myself comparing it to the Metro stations, clean and uncrowded, in Delhi. This place looks, in comparison, horrendous. There are no signs to indicate which trains come and go from which platforms. There don’t seem to be any helpful employees I can ask. And all around me there’s a madly rushing crowd of people, racing towards the trains.
It’s rush hour.
And rush hour, on the Mumbai Local, isn’t a nice time. But my guardian angel ...Read More