When Chaos is Home

Today, I am posting something from closer home. This photograph was taken under the Dadar bridge, right in the middle of the flower market.
I struggled a bit with this one. To me, it felt almost vulgar to be intruding in such a manner, but there is something hauntingly beautiful about this frame and I could not resist. Also, I think I was a bit envious of them being so peacefully oblivious about the chaos, that is the peak hour Dadar station! (I suffer from insomnia myself and I yearn for this kinda sleep).
I stood there for a while, trying to adjust my lens to get the perfect light, and quietly clicked this single frame, and they slept through it. As I am posting this today, I wonder if they’ll ever know, I stole this moment of their life, or if they’ll even care that I did.
