the Howrah station, Calcutta. You'll find it here:
http://www.buzzle.com/articles/the-facade.html
People fascinate me.....when I look at a person I keep wondering what is going on in their minds and hearts. Especially women. What are they thinking? What secret griefs or dreams do they have hidden deep in their heart? What feelings do they stifle in the name of sacrifice and which settles as a weight in their souls? What flights of imagination fill their sighs? What are the cards life has dealt them and how are they coping with them? What is that pain deep in their eyes? What resonances do they keep veiled within them?