IFocal: Assembly Line
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and ready to color anew, the next day.
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The city is so much of a beast that it will throw enough random events in everyone’s mechanical routine, if one were to exist. Most people may stop reacting to these events because the element of surprise reduces the longer one stays in the city.