Indian Express

A locomotive surges forward like a national pulse, its tricolor body cutting through a misted city where domes and towers dissolve into memory and monsoon air. The wet platform becomes a mirror of shared passage—figures rendered as fluid silhouettes, briefly individuated by a sari’s crimson or a lamp’s amber flare—suggesting how identity flickers within collective movement. Overhead wires and receding tracks choreograph the space with quiet rigor, while the softened watercolor bleed turns industry into atmosphere, transforming daily commute into a meditation on arrival, belonging, and impermanence.