I caught the wrong train. It travelled at the speed of light. A man got in selling Hash brownies. Hash brownies le lo, weed le lo'. A thirty-five-year-old man sitting right next to me bought two pieces of it. He got high. The train got higher. The train did not stop at Kurla. People started vanishing slowly. Right from the strands of the hair to the tip of their toenails. The handles started singing a ballad and were prancing along. The seats started reclining, tilting. Kids began sliding over the seats. All the fans combined together to form nuclear turbines.
The train halted at Mahalaxmi and two penguins got in. They were sliding on the reclining seats. Downhill. They got rid of their black blazers and turned on the spiral. Commuters stared at the spiral and went deeper and deeper into it. The train was hypnotized. It whizzed past by and arrived at its last stop. No one got off. Rather the train got off. And people were standing still. Stuck in the air. Train waiting at the platform. Human beings holding handles stuck in time and space on the tracks. It started raining. The droplets hanging in air. The mud wasn't moist. Droplets not yet kissing the ground. Dangling in mid air.
I touched a globule and my fingers were moist. I plucked another droplet. I could hear the penguins wail in unison. They wore back their blazers and turned on the ignition. The spiral of nothingness was racing along now. The clouds stared at the spiral and were hypnotized.
The clouds sucked in all the people instead of the droplets. The globules were still hanging in space. The train was high. It slowly transformed into a gigantic chainsaw. To stop train, pull chain. The man selling hash brownies pulled the chainsaw. It went about slicing the clouds. It was raining human beings then. Falling in a leisurely motion. They landed on the ground and started meditating.
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