I could be anywhere.
Low in this cab the wall of traffic rises above and around me, looks the same and moves the same as it would in any other part of the city, dense and fixed.
Rickshaws motorcycles Eicher lorries Uber sedans Suzuki Marutis Hyundais busses—including double decker busses—mopeds bicycles pedestrians vendors traffic cops sages and fools: you name it.
These objects stand still for unpredictable periods, nudge forward, stand again.
Density renders the what and the who irrelevant. It all seems as one.
Moving through Mumbai has less to do with traffic laws than the laws of physics.
Can two objects occupy a single space?
How about three?