Ramshackle corrugated tin, plywood, plastic, pukkah bricks, sheets of asbestos, sweat, toil, people and garbage make Dharavi, just like piles of earth, sand, clay and other materials make ant hills. Dharavi and many other slums like it are nothing but human ant colonies built by legions of our urban poor. They are places which are at same time sombre, moving, joyful and interesting...

Platforms 6 and 7 are more crowded then usual, breathing and foot space runs thin. People throng through from the opposite direction down the coarse cement stairs, claustrophobia pushes down on you as do the people behind you. I walk in the only direction possible - forward. A train speeds into the station,hailed by loud shouts, shrieks and screams, accompanied by a lot of...

Caveat : I wrote this post in the position of an observer and not an commenter. The descriptions are strictly Photojournalistic and not an opinion.Anger and hate burns thick in the black of their eyes, it rings through in their deep shouts and it reverberates through your consciousness. Flags are waved like staffs swung from side to side and effigies lie on the street smouldering....