“...he stayed on the balcony for a while, the throbbing energy of the chawls filling his veins as he watched traffic ebb and flow. Shutters veiled the shops on the ground floor across the lane, and only a few lights flickered here and there, probably other mill workers like his father. (from Aam Papad)” BombayMumbaiChawls Book:Bombay Bhel Source: Bombay Bhel