12th March 2011. Looking into a jail cell, sitting smack in the middle of five uniformed men. Hearing them exchange vulgar jokes and dirty looks. I quickly rummaged through my brain, transforming the image of a police station in my head. The decent image from before had altered, shattered. This, right here was reality. The Thaana, they called it. Why I had to go there has now become a part of who I am.
The train line was something. But this one was my favorite: Downwards is the only way forward.
I agree.
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