Citylights
Hugo Cabret’s feet have covered a lot of urban landscape by now. Tired as he is, he has found a strange understanding with the city, both still and moving. He says and I quote, “It gives me great satisfaction to watch people go about their business. That is one of the reasons I love railway stations so much. It tells you so much about people without actually talking. Indian Urban is a beautiful playground for somebody like me. But being a night owl as I am, I spend most of my time with the city in the night. It’s just so much better. It’s like the world before the population explosion. Neon lights gracing the streets which are as dark as my soul. A solitary motorbike roars through the street, alternating between the Weekend Youth and the jobs that feed the family, and leaves a heavy silence behind. And the best thing, the sky is not blue with clarity or grey with storm clouds. It’s a strange colour, a mixture of red and pink, a hue that reflects the bustling life of the city