She sits suspended between two rusted iron links, feet dangling over the humming tracks of the Indian Railways. No seat, no ticket, no safety net—just a mother forced to trade her life for a free ride across the state line. Poverty doesn’t just strip people of comfort; it strips them of basic safety. While standard commuters pack into crowded carriages, the poorest are forced into the narrow gap between life and death. How many journeys like this go unseen every single day?