The constant drone of traffic crawling past had inured the residents of the chawl, bordering the busy arterial road, to loud speech. One would also hear the jets screaming overhead at sporadic intervals. All this was interspersed by constant honking and babies wailing.
It was the perfect mixture to short circuit Namdeo’s brain circuitry. He was fresh off the train from a remote village in Maharashtra to the city of gold – Mumbai.
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