Its seven o’clock in the morning and Bombay is already busy. The newspaper man passes me on his rounds, then the milk man. A young man in shorts jogs past me while an elderly couple is catching their breath on a nearby bench.
I am at Dadar Shivaji Park on a Sunday morning and the grounds are full of cricket lovers, playing on makeshift pitches parallel to each other. The vendors are there too; after all when there is money to be made, the Bombayite doesn’t miss a trick. There are peanuts, tea and juices too for the health freaks.
This bustle of humanity, the flying dust and the dappled sunlight in the trees is a photographer’s heaven.