Kala Ghoda Mumbai

A lightly drawn man walks from Kala Ghoda to the sea. A lightly drawn man against a vivid background passlng through gossamer curtalns from presence of place to place, as if curtain rails rested on roofs. The pous bulldlngs sinking beneath the pavement under the presure of years have absorbed the atmosperes, crusting and crumbling the brick and plaster. Migratlng offlce workers leave in a tlde of autoricks and tralns washlng over beggers and babies and meals being cooked on kerbs. A lightly drawn man sits amongst shoals of friends and lovers by the sea, anonoymos and licked by the tides.

The rock defenceces seat the people washed out to sea, pulled by lunar tides out from the working day.