In the picture, Case No. 288 is lying on Track 5. He’s wearing a white shirt neatly tucked into his grey pants. He has a crew cut and a clean-shaven face with a thick black moustache. His face, resting to the left on a bed of ballast, has been severed at the neck; guillotined. Bits of flesh hang out. His eyes, open but lifeless, are staring past the wires of Kurla’s train system into the empty nothingness of Mumbai’s suburban sky. In the picture, a crowd has gathered, yet they sta