Mumbai

If you could imagine New York City in ruins.. that would be Mumbai. Mumbai is a city of contradictions: its where Victorian architecture meets the slums; it’s a monochrome city with dashes of colorful sarees and marigold garlands; the streets smell of cardamom, anise and other spices, burning incense and a hint of something foul; rapid hindi is overtaken by the honking horns of the yellow-hooded taxis that rush the streets; the face of poverty, dirt and homelessness is in every corner… It seemed chaotic at first, but at some point between my taxi driver’s personal tour of Mumbai and my walk through the back streets of Culaba, the city sounds drifted into the background and I merged with that divine mystic energy that flows through the city; suddenly, everything that mattered a few days ago seemed trivial and forgotten…Mumbai is life in a very raw form and I experienced it through the eyes of its people: the windows to its soul.
Here are just a few pictures..