On the way to work I pass a pavement community consisting of 8 makeshift 'tents'. I use the word loosely as theuy are no more than sheets of tarp or plastic sheet some bamboo sticks and some of the bricksets leavered up from the pavement itself. The community eat, sleep, play and just live in the dirt and pollution on a very busy road but they have pride. Part of the routine is that they take down the tent every few days, have a clear up and the put it back up. The women are always well turned out in bright traditional clothing, the kids always naked playing in the road and the men either out working or asleep. I don't know where they came from or how long they will live on the pavement, whether life will change for them anytime soon or what they left behind assuming they are not originally from Mumbai.
One thing that does become apparent now that the rains have stopped is that there are more makeshift tents and people on the streets so guess this could be the latest influx of people migrating into the City? One sight that could evidence this is the need for a security guard who I saw sat right in the middle of a waste patch of building land. Sitting on his knackered white plastic garden chair, big stick and big bottle of water, seems that the owners sence that this could become a prime piece of rear estate for the displaced.
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