On Mumbai's local Trains

[You] manage to get four toes of either feet inside, and begin to shiver.

Four toes. Hallelujah. You discover muscles you didn't know existed, as each begins to scream in alphabetical order -- biceps, pectorals, triceps. Then, Churchgate. 55 minutes after you first hung on for dear life. You can barely stand. But you have arrived. And in once piece too. All around you, in front and behind, people disembark. Hundreds. All pouring out like termites from rotting wood.

. . .I'm safe at the office, for today.

Tomorrow, is another train.