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Women singing old Hindi songs in the train. Was beautiful.
Middle class women with a hundred daily restraints singing boldly – loudly in the train. Drawing comfort from the other voices singing along with them, and boldly raising their voices to drown each other out. Singing songs of love, and innocence – of hope and romance. Made me wish for it in their lives.
I guess I have become cynical. Is it the sign of a cynic when you find something beautiful and see the deeper hurt in it? And find it even more beautiful for having been in the face of the hurt.
I think that was what was most beautiful about this. These women were completely untouched by any trace of cynicism when they sang of hope