" THE HANDS OF THE TRAIN Mumbai’s trains, which transport six million passengers a day, break the laws of physics: more passengers enter them than fit. Suketu Mehta, who knows about these impossible voyages, says when every jam-packed train pulls out, people run after it. Whoever misses the train, loses his job. Then the cars sprout hands out of windows or from roofs, and they help the ones left behind clamber aboard. And these train hands do not ask the one running up if he is foreign or native-born, nor do they ask what language he speaks, or if he believes in Brahma or in Allah, in Buddha or in Jesus, nor do they ask which caste he belongs to, if he is from a cursed caste or no caste at all. "

― Eduardo Galeano , Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone