A Saxophone In The Graveyard
I heard the cars being parked. They were back again. At the very same spot. This year too.
If I remember correctly, they were about thirteen or fourteen years old when they began their annual trip to this graveyard.
Perhaps, a bustling and busy railway station in Mumbai wouldn't be the first choice for a life-changing epiphany to hit you in the face. Not because it can’t be, but, maybe just because you don’t have the time. Sure, there are smiles as friends and family meet each other after…