Nizzamuddin, is one such resident, who says he came to Bombay many years ago from Tamil Nadu from a village I wasn't quiet attentive enough to the catch the name of. He now sells dall chana and peanuts at the corner of Mahim causeway. He smiles at me with what teeth that have still not left him. I photograph him as a thin haze of gentle smoke rises up from the peanuts at his feet.
Most people come to Bombay as economic migrants people looking to pave futures or trying to escape droughts or tough social conditions in their villages.
I was just turning a corner when I was greated by these bunch of kids who by some form of magic where attracted to my camera. I bunch them up as they enthusiastically bright up their faces with the ivory smiles *click . I ask them where they're from? Saurashtra, they say as they lead me back the base of this large wooden boat. The boat has a plastic sheet anchored it in the form of a tent were what their mother is painstakingly putting finishing touches a tokra [cane basket].
I promised them picture I'll print it out and give it to them tomorrow.
That's a small glimpse of Bombay and her people and as I speak more trains and buses flood into the city with more people looking for a better tomorrow - if only the state treated them better.
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