“Profound statements can be made without speaking a word, and Mumbai is street theatre. The adlibbed enactment of human endeavour; spilling out of tea stalls, stationers and side street games of cricket.
The two men on chairs stake an obvious claim, they’re ignoring the tyrant. But the young man in green checkers, smoking to the right, what’s he watching? Why’s he pensive? What’s about to enter his life? A city on a constant cliff hanger. I could watch it for hours” – Ed King