In the picture, Case
No. 288 is lying on Track 5. He’s wearing a white shirt neatly tucked into his
grey pants. He has a crew cut and a clean-shaven face with a thick black
moustache. His face, resting to the left on a bed of ballast, has been severed
at the neck; guillotined.
Bits of flesh hang
out. His eyes, open but lifeless, are staring past the wires of Kurla’s train
system into the empty nothingness of Mumbai’s suburban sky. In the picture, a
crowd has gathered, yet they sta
is a staff reporter at Fountain Ink. The Middle East, foreign policy, crime, fashion, and social media are her areas of interest.
