The morning air thick with the smoke of open fires, vehicle exhaust, and the smell of dense humanity.
Chaos in the streets, the poverty, a flash of wealth, millions of lives swirling around in plain sight.
Cars, trucks, phones, plastic, and more plastic, yet somehow a feeling that it has been this way for ages.
Mumbai.
The art and the poetry is extraordinary, a feast for the mind and the eye.Thank you for sharing your gift. Hope Black
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Thanks, Hope. Glad you found it stimulating!