The Rhythm of Passing Through

I missed my train this morning. I was standing on the platform, fumbling with my bag, when the doors hissed shut and the world simply pulled away from me. For a second, I felt a sharp sting of frustration. But then, I watched the blur of faces behind the glass as the carriage picked up speed. It was a strange, rhythmic smear of color. We spend so much of our lives waiting for the next thing, always standing on the edge of a departure, watching the present moment turn into a memory before we have even fully felt it. There is a specific kind of loneliness in being the one left behind on the platform, yet there is also a quiet beauty in it. It is the only time we are truly still while everything else rushes forward. Does the blur of the world ever make you feel like you are standing in the wrong place, or does it make you feel like you are finally seeing the truth of the movement?

Achintya Guchhait has captured this exact feeling of transition in the image titled In and Out. It perfectly mirrors that sense of being caught between staying and leaving. Does this image make you feel like you are waiting for a train, or are you already on board?