Does the child on the street who’s naked bum I see dream of better days?
Will his mama sitting on the streets of Mumbai selling oranges be able to feed him tonight?
Too fast, Mumbai.
Too slow, Mumbai.
Dreams of tomorrow in unfinished buildings, roads and a highway.
So many dreams put on hold.
They live on the sidewalk and she hangs their laundry on the cement barricade to dry.
The roots of Mumbai are exposed at every turn.
Naked in so many ways, yet clothed in so much beauty!
Awe. Mumbai is awe.