Nobody but her
She is draped in a chiffon leheriya saree and dons big silver jhumkas And makes small talk with others who wait with her. A recorded voice announces the arrival of a CST-bound fast train. In a span of 10 seconds Her hair is up in a bun neater than the evening sun's outline through a dark window. The front of her saree nicely gathered and tucked in tight as a promise, revealing slip-on shoes where you'd expect to see short heels or t-straps. Her backpack is now in front of her, and her pallu beneath it, over her right shoulder from behind. A horn sounds, the head of the train now visible As it pulls over at the platform she is armed for battle. And you realise She's holding up half the city.