In the Regeneration - the man-made messiah

Chapter June 28, 2012

18.3

 

He followed the train tracks to a pedestrian overpass, climbed the steps, and gazed down over the scene below. Hundreds of commuters crammed the platforms, heading off to work in the dark.

How would they respond to something as raw, incomplete, and fragile as a half-baked, would-be, western sadhu?

Charminar.

Charminar.

He steeled himself. Now there was no question of turning back, no choice but to push on.

Charminar.

Charminar.

A hush of expectation passed through the crowd as Max stepped onto the platform. He felt himself physically tighten – bracing for an onslaught of cynical reaction. But with every step the anticipated rejection failed to materialize. To his surprise, they silently encouraged him, and allowed him to walk the entire length of the platform unchallenged.

This muted acceptance from the first crowd he’d faced boosted Max’s confidence and a confluence of positive emotions now became his driving force. Now he had no doubt he was on the right track.

Charminar.

Charminar.

One after another the empty trains arrived, only to be besieged by torrents of commuters, desperately cramming into the carriages and spilling out the doors in a mad rush for work.

Then, like an unspoken wish come true, a train slipped into the station from the opposite direction and pulled up quietly on the vacant side of the platform.

Mate…

What do you think?

At least this one’s going out of the city.