The sight at the Surat railway station bears uncanny—in fact, eerie—resemblance to what we all remember from six years ago. Harried migrant workers, many of them weeping inconsolably. An air of resignation, so stark and telling that you can see the story of despair in their eyes: it's happening all over again.
This time migrant workers are not fleeing because the government's about to enforce a lockdown. They are thronging the railway stations at Surat and nearby Udhna, so that they can take that overcrowded train back home. And all because they can't find food any more—brought about by the acute LPG shortage that in turn is the outcome of a war a thousand miles away.
The workers packing those platforms are daily earners, most of them making between ₹300 and ₹500 a day. They come from Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, Odisha and Jharkhand, and they form the human backbone of what is India's largest manmade fabric hub. They did not choose to leave because work dried up. Work is still there; what is gone is the ability to cook a meal.
This is not a crisis confined to one segment. Dyeing units, weaving clusters, zari manufacturers, sizing operations—the LPG shortage has cut across the entire textile industry, hitting skilled and unskilled labour alike.
Mini cylinders—the only fuel source available to those without formal gas connections—have become either impossible to find or priced entirely out of reach, with refill costs reported as high as ₹2,500 for a 5kg cylinder that once cost ₹500. One worker, in a widely circulated social media reel, described surviving on vada pav for days before conceding the obvious: eating out every day was unaffordable—and rising LPG prices have pushed street food costs up too, closing even that exit. Without gas, there was simply no other option but to leave. And for the record, that filling vada pav has registered an increase of a quarter—from ₹20 to ₹25. That too will climb by the day.
The city's social media has been flooded with reels from textile markets that are usually buzzing with activity—now visibly subdued, the lanes quieter, the units dimmer. Some mill owners have stepped in with food arrangements inside factory premises, urging workers to stay and extending meals to their families at no charge. It is a humane gesture. It is also, by the industry's own admission, reaching no more than a fraction of those who need it.
What appears, on its surface, as a fuel supply crisis is something more structurally revealing. The flight of these workers lays bare a dependency the industry has long taken for granted—a migrant labour force whose survival systems sit entirely outside the industrial provisioning chain. The factories supply employment, not sustenance.
When the informal markets that workers depend on for cooking fuel collapse under a geopolitical shock half a continent away, the entire labour-production arrangement begins to unravel. The stations filling up with departing workers are not merely a humanitarian image. They are a measure of how fragile the relationship between industry and informal labour truly is.