Every weekday I take the 8:08 Churchgate slow train from platform number two in Borivali.
At 8:40 I get off the train at Mahalaxmi.
At 8:45, bus number 154 arrives and I arrive at my office between 8:56 and 9:04.
There have been four occasions in the past twenty years when I was late because of a train delay.
Three were due to flooding, in 2005, 2013, and 2014.
The last occurred just last week when a young man threw himself onto the tracks and was killed.
I realized later I had seen the young man before, several times.
You would think it would be hard to notice a single man in all this throng, but he was unusual in that he was always openly weeping.
I can visualize him standing there, holding the bar, his slim body wracked by silent sobs, his young face shining with tears.
None of the passengers spoke a single word to him, myself included.