Life did again begin from a still end, again.
Nebulous void, past few months had been.
Buses, no. Trains, no. Metros, no— cities and locomotives. All of it now runs, vindictively.
The city again races its breath.

Amidst the bustle of footsteps at the metro station, a girl poises herself at the end of the cold, steel bench to wait to board another electric train.

The digital display displays the approximate time—left for the time to arrive, or starting...