It wasn’t until I had traversed the street running past Mumbai’s main CST rail station three times, that I realized I was seeing the same people over and over; a woman hanging dohtis out to dry on a parking barricade, a man studiously brewing chai over a tiny coal fire, children rolling on plastic tarps on the sidewalk, laughing and playing.—Medium.com; October 2015
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