Or, ‘Snaps I Would Take While Travelling Inside A Taxi (Or Auto)’. Its not that I miss a camera all the time. But sometimes, there is nothing more you wish to hold in your hand. For there are millions of moments in this cauldron of a city, which are sometimes quirky, sometimes strange, sometimes beautiful, sometimes unbearably painful.

Taxi Snapshots of a  veiled lady looking at a police ‘Public Interest’ poster of a hooded ‘terrorist’.

Of a ten-year old beggar plastered to the window of the taxi, with his fingerprints starkly against the glass, long after the lights turned green.

Of a beautiful, dilapadated mansion near Peddar Road, with a very old Parsi lady on the balcony, surrounded by shabby high-rises, bereft of life.

Of a shimmering sea, with plastic and garbage piled high on the shore.

Of cemetries of many religions side by side.

Of the ridiculous political posters on display.

Of souped-up, bright orange, Maruti 800’s with custom exausts.

Of lovers who believe themselves unseen on bikes.

Of the bangles of a eunuch shining brightly in the sun.

Of a valiant police constable, surrounded by smoke, fighting off the snarls and horns.

Of pretty women crossing the street.