Isn't this a representation of who we really are—at least when we think of it mentally as a society, a community?
What fascinates me about cities—be it Copenhagen or Udaipur or Latur—is the way they give lesssons in the smallest of moments. Our way of life is so much governed by what places has to offer, of course apart from what privileges we have in our lives. These people—who hop between their villages/ towns and big cities for work but cannot afford to stay there—have an interesting pattern of life. They commute like this for reasons more than one. First, cheaper to travel in mass and better for the pockets of the driver as well. Second, it gives them a chance to talk to like-minded people over long commutes which fosters bonding. Third, it augments continuum between rural and the urban which, otherwise, could create a disconnect.
Instead of glorifying images analogous to these as 'True India', maybe it is insightful to go deeper into people's lives—by talking to the women how liberated they might feel by being into the open public spaces like these for a considerable time, especially in a male-dominated-world they belong. It might be intriguing to talk to the lifestyle of that driver who risks his life by passing through the tribal region—which this highway actually cuts through—and how there is stone-pelting after the dark hours on this stretch.
Psychologically, maybe we all stick like this—sometimes out of choice, sometimes without any!
PS: Clicked somewhere on a stretch between Abu and Udaipur.
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