2.

An early taxi ride to work lets me to watch the city stirring, its face calm for once.

Beyond the Dadar flyover, the taxi takes a shortcut through an alley.

A couple sleeps on the divider.

A hand reaching out through torn grey clothes lies flung on him who sleeps beside, still.

Hold me as the world goes by.

Legs lie locked as the bodies lie dead to the world.

Cars race by.