Tracks

One of the things I love most but also hate about Mumbai is the railway. Trains as a daily transportation option was not something I was familiar with growing up in Chennai. But it was thrilling. Holding the pole, winds carrying my curls. Frail women selling earrings, trans women saying I’m pretty and asking for money. Pushed and shoved, lost and fined. It has been overwhelming.

A digital print consisting of objects and colours I observed in the station.

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