Small Things #7
Delhi, February. About 7.30am, and I’m just heading out the door to go to work. I hear the hoot of a train from the nearby track. Only it sounds different: three rising tones rather than two. Or the more common long, single, plaintive note. I think to myself how it sounded like a trombone. I carry on walking past the park and hear it again. Odd. As I turn the corner, in front of me is a man in […]