From Panvel to CSMT, my harbour line feels like a long river finally meeting the sea. I heard they divided them by where they go, western towards Gujarat, central up north, and harbour for us coastal side. But my life says it's divided by the sound—the rattle of our old coaches is softer than the fast ones, like my sewing machine's steady hum. Today, the morning light on the water near Mankhurd looked like stitches of gold thread.
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