As millions in our cities locked themselves in, life for those who built our homes, our roads, or did our dirty chores has moved outdoors. They flee on foot, bicycles, hitch a ride on goods-laden trucks…And much before the break of dawn, with stars filling the sky, they stop—hungry, thirsty and tired—to rest under the shade of a tree or a school converted into a shelter for migrants.
Never in recent decades does the Victoria Terminus seem to have been so pristinely preserved as in these weeks of complete stasis: destitute of people and stripped of clangour and bustle.
BY Apoorva Salkade 27 April 2020
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