Man,a trader of vice.

While travelling by train accompanied by some unknown friends and some known strangers, passing into a paralysis of thought, one comes across rugged memories, plans, future aspiration that makes you ,breaks you, remakes you and rebreaks you,you stare at your past aspiration and realise that they were merely baits, shadow traps that taunts you, that mocks. Your presence, the gloomy existence, eternity becomes a mocking face that sins against you ,the mask shakes off and the mask man shatters it ,scatters. Your tired body gives up the senses shut off.

 Then a certain voice emerges from a humble steamy tea shop as if guiding you telling you

Babu …samjho ishare Horn pukare Yahaan chalti Ko gadi kehte Hain sare...