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Every city has secrets. Mumbai’s run on wheels.Mumbai. 2:43 AM.The city looked asleep, but it wasn’t. It never truly ...

It had been raining for days in Kolkata. The kind of grey, endless downpour that seeps into bones, thoughts, ...

Rain hammered the roof of the old train station like a war drum. Inside, the flickering fluorescent lights barely ...

It was a foggy evening at Kolkata’s Howrah station when Arjun, a young journalist, boarded the Shantipur Express. His ...