Kushal unravels a haunting poetic journey, for Different Truths, through a desolate railway station, where shadows, smoke, and an ancient telephone evoke forgotten memories.
One wrinkled woman smokes a chillum,
and the smoky platform lights up and
darkens. It hosts a few sleepers, all
no one's. The train of haze halts and
progresses into the haze. The woman
curses at some shadows, and darkness
eats them. In the room with a beige door
marked 'Station Master', an insatiable
telephone rings from another decade.
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