Notes on Mumbai during sunset

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