Next morning before sunrise we’re already on the move, starting the journey back home. We pass warehouses where lots of people handle bundles of greens some sitting on the ground sorting, others carrying large sacks to lorries. The food distribution chain of Mumbai starts here, with the day labourers toiling in the darkness.
We pass slums where all the lights are on, while in the modern thirty-something-storey houses further away the windows are still black.
This fascinating town with it’s multitude of people never really sleeps. And a huge part of them never sleeps in a bed, they may steal a couple of hours lying on stone floors or sidewalks. Most of them came here looking for a better future, maybe now realizing that this is their future.