'I have completely lost my talam. All I hear is the ring of mobile phones, the noise of escalators, platform announcements and the trains squealing on the tracks. Where's the koyal, where's the ring of temple bells, where's Carnatic music, where's my mother's voice?' Three young people see each other across a crowded Flagstaff station. They just missed the train. Now they wait. And think. They think about home: Punjab, Delhi, Hyderabad. And...