Tiny homes that open straight out onto the street. Evening conversations under the local Banyan. Laundry hung out by turns, walks to the ‘bhelwala’, the annual bus trip to Shirdi. So much goes on in these tiny little homes. The neighbors are privy to your quarrels, victories, promotions, job switches, love affairs, dinner menus. But they are also there when you need a shoulder to cry on; someone you can leave your kid with when you’re out at work, someone who will keep an eye on your elderly father, someone who has your back when it feels like the sky has fallen. Mumbai chawls. Small homes, simple lives lived with zest, passion, fury, joy, abandon, togetherness.