Stepping down the bridge of Parel railway station.As i walk on i pass by a tied up cow and people touch its butt and place their hands on their eyes ignoring its pissing.A weight machine,atm, chapal shops, bhajji shops, a small open temple all pass by.Then as i pass by a bridge casting its shadow beneath i enter the minislum.Each house seems to have a tail, as a water hose peeps out of their doors.The inmates bathe,wash clothes and utensils on the open using the water from this tail.Houses are placed like matchboxes with two toilets at the ends for the entire household.Then i cross a road bearing a FlyOver to enter the campus where my office is. When the sun looks from the east... I work on shifts, sometimes on morning shift,few times on general shift and mostly on afternoon shift.During my morning shift as i cross this FlyOver,a filthy dressed kid cleans the area with a broomstick beneath the FlyOver as if she is cleaning her own home.Few metres away from her a