Notes on Mumbai during sunset
Slowly the city forms its own pattern amidst chaos
Boy swings on a swing made of wires
Clothes dry on the rocky shore at sunset
Cars brush past unfazed pedestrians
Skyscraper windows reflect the sunset to the tin-roof shelters settled forever at the bottom
Slowly the city forms its own pattern amidst chaos
At the red signal, a man takes a moment to watch the sky change it’s hue
Driving along the vast expanse of forgotten homes, frustrated honks cover the sound of misery
For another night, Mumbai propels these lives