At exactly 7:45 AM, the local train was running on time. But something else was even more unusual that day: five very special passengers had boarded the second-class compartment, quietly sitting among the city’s daily chaos.

First was Digital India, standing confidently by the door, one hand gripping the pole, the other sending money home through UPI. “People were impressed when street vendors got QR codes,” it said. “But I’m not here to impress. I’m here to empower. Rural folks with smartphones now have access to credit, savings, identity — and a shot at stability.”

Next to the window sat Green Growth, wearing earthy cotton and earbuds playing a clean energy podcast. “They thought I’d slow things down,” it said, smiling. “But now I power solar farms, fuel EV revolutions, and attract investors who want profits and a planet.”

Opposite, Human Capital was busy juggling tabs on a second-hand laptop. “I used to be just ‘cheap labour,’” it shrugged. “But now, I’m remote workers, coders, creators. We’re exporting skills, not just services. Brains with broadband — that’s the new Indian export.”

In the corner, Formal Economy looked slightly overwhelmed with Aadhaar-linked files, tax records, and digital receipts. “It’s chaos, yes,” it said. “But every vendor added to the system is a future loan recipient. Every gig worker counted is one step closer to social security. But yes, I’m just here to make sure everyone leaves a paper trail”

Finally, standing near luggage corner, was Women’s Labour Force, smiled, “I raise families, I manage homes, I run businesses — all unpaid or underpaid,” she said. “But give me childcare, mobility, respect… and I’ll give you growth your spreadsheets can’t even model.”

As the train screeched into one station, no one noticed the five stepping off. But they weren’t waiting for applause. A board on train’s door read, “Progress: Not just for the few. Hop in.” It might just begin in an overstuffed train, with Wi-Fi, sweat, and ambition — where possibility sits shoulder-to-shoulder with reality.

After all, transformation doesn’t always roar.

Sometimes, it travels second class.