This is how it ends. You. Stuck underground with a hundred or so unsuspecting victims. Only, you’re not in the warm embrace of the earth. You’re in a train, and the conductor hasn’t said a word in the last 20 or so minutes. Segments of recent news reports play back in your mind: “And in Moscow…rush hour…tens dead and hundreds injured.” Doesn’t do much to help your current situation, does it? People are getting restless. The group of three – Indian, you suppose – students chatter on, but the continuous fidgeting of a jean clad leg bemoans their growing boredom. The lady next to you squats down; obviously fatigued from standing for the last…30 minutes now. And you. Music still blaring from your ipod, you take out your notepad and jot down observations. Lady next to you is up again, and she’s struck a conversation with the passenger next to her. If the entire world were locked up in a confined space, we wouldn’t have a choice than to become best friends…or worse enemies. Either w...
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