Today, while walking with grocery bags in the middle of Mumbai, i found that leeches also live here.
Just off the pavement, on a makeshift tarpaulin sheet, hung the two objects that caught my attention.
Walking brought me face to face with a reality i seem to keep forgetting — why i do not do well indoors.
They lay there, cozying up one next to each other, holding on against the cool sea breeze. Calmly, they lie in wait, for nothing in particular, without want or complain.
A Sunday morning. An urban village.
I ask for one plate of curd rice. No more.