Railway yards are unwelcoming places at their very best. A smorgasbord of of metal, noise and human sweat – they are intimidating for someone who does not belong there. There is always something new – the smell of fresh paint, a brand new coach being delivered, a new recruit. There is always something old – rusting parts, decrepit buildings and men who have spent their entire lives in this one place, to make sure others get elsewhere.
But amidst this chaos, there is beauty. Especially at night, when darkness all that is unnecessary and draws your attention the true spirit of the railway yard. Where man and metal become one. Amritsar Jṉ welcomed us one night – and laid bare its soul.