I have always been fascinated with Mumbai. Though I have not been to the metropolis very many times and have not stayed for more than three days at stretch, I salute the resilience of the city inhabitants and their ability to take so many hardships in their stride. These two pictures, of the Vile Parle station, show just some aspects of that resilience and hardship and how people just cope with them and take it in their stride. The two men waiting for a train to come, the lady sleeping it off after a laborious morning at work and the gentleman apparently making some last-minute plans before his next trip are but just a few glimpses of a city that never sleeps. And the fact that THESE were the people worst hit by terrorism of the worst kind 22 years ago when a series of bomb blasts ripped the city apart send a chill down my spine. It also pains me to see politicians still bickering about the rights and the wrongs and of how capital punishment brings ‘closure’ to the victim’s families. No one, unfortunately, thinks of the nation and all that matters to them is how they can score some points. And NO ONE thinks of these poor souls for whom the only question is – where will the next meal come from?