Revathi Ramanan

“If sardines could take a look at the situation in a third class railway compartment, they would not have anything to complain about. It is a perfect example of the individual being swallowed up by the mass, of a large number of identities merging into one corporate whole. Your leg, you discover, is not yours but your neighbour’s; the growth of hair on your shoulder is someone’s beard; and the cold wind whistling down your neck is his asthmatic breath, a baby materializes in your lap and is reclaimed only after it has wet your trousers; and the corner of a seat which you had happily thought was your own green spot on this earth is suddenly usurped by a huge Sikh with a sword dangling at his side.”
― Anonymous