Dreams in the rain
A young boy stands upon a pile of rubbish in the slums of Mumbai. His ramshackle home sits on a hill in the slums close to the airport. Intermittently planes come skimming over the hill and village to land nearby. The massive planes seem an unusual contrast to the world of poverty below. This young boy was shivering in the heavy monsoon rain and winds but, was so full of enthusiasm that he couldn't bring himself to leave. He helped me navigate my way through the maze of baffling and slippery narrow lanes in the slums. A genuine good kid. I gave him a tip at the end, which he really was not expecting. His face lit up like a tomatoe and suddenly he wasn't shivering anymore.