They are everywhere. On the streets, in supermarkets, at tea stalls, in local trains, on top of them, in subways, on flyovers, on overbridges hawking plastic toys, on the beach, on the higway, on the sea front sidewalks, on red BEST buses, walking across roads, in black and yellow FIAT cabs, on two wheelers, in expensive Beamers, in shopping malls, at the theater, in pubs, in cafes, in video game parlors, at the hair saloon, in the atrium to the office, on the road to Baskin Robbins, around the banana vendor, standing in queues at the ticket window, and at those outside a sale store, making out at Bandstand, begging at traffic signals, jogging in public parks, working away furiously at desktops in AC offices, shouting inside the financial bourses and in non-financial ones, hounding firangs at Colaba, inviting people at ice gola stalls, jumbo vada pavs at the malad station, in blue plastic sheet covered jhuggies along the railway tracks, at Shivaji Park playing a Sunday afternoon game of cricket, at the gym, at night, noon or dawn, long, short, black, white, fresh, stinky, callous, tender...

In sight, smell, throb and crash...human...

People.
Everywhere.