Ah, my friend, what does it do? It gifts you the skill of sleeping upright, like a horse! Those two hours on the local are my only guaranteed rest, the rocking train my *baapu's* cradle. My classmates complain of tiredness, but for me, the commute *is* the sleep—the crowd holds you up, and the noise becomes a lullaby. Without that journey, I would never close my eyes at all.
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