My city. Am not quite sure if it is my city of dreams – but it is my city.

A crowded, bustling, never stopping metropolis – I have been stuck in a traffic jam at 3 in the morning – yet one of the aspects that amazes me is how people manage to create their own little island in this city. Maybe they need to, in order to stay sane.

When i was younger and studying in London – i stayed on for 2 years more than I should have, because i was terrified of being unable to cope. I used to be plagued by nightmares – the nightmare was getting off at Churchgate Station and trying to cross the road at 9 in the morning. I used to wake up disconcerted. 17 years later, i still dread being anywhere with peak hour crowds – which is practically everywhere – but it no longer paralyzes me

Islands in the city :

Three men – who have managed to create their space in Vile Parle Market. Just waiting and watching.

Learning to cycle – a girl and a boy on a parked cycle near Juhu Gully

In Banganga, a man waits …

At Madh Island, a woman contemplates

Near Parel, three women take a break …