blood on the tracks

after the crowds had come and gone, and the streets had quietened, and the skies had wept and the sun set, the limbs began to whisper.

pawar's finger, gupte's arm, chauhan's torso, zakir's foot.

in little nooks and corners across mumbai, the bodies they belonged to lay still. friends and relatives stepped over and about, tears falling to meet the blood-stained floors.

far from the noise, quiet in the night, pawar's finger, gupte's arm, chauhan's torso and zakir's foot lay side by side. they knew they were missed. for now, that was enough.