The world on the other side of the huge plate glass window revealed itself in its changing facets, as the day shifted from early morning to the time when the lights came on in the city, to when these too were snuffed out. The view, from the eight floor restaurant of the luxury hotel that I was standing in, as a result of several interesting circumstances, left one with mixed feelings. It showed a Mumbai rakish and suave in its self-assurance, matchless in its fused identity of big money and glamour and yet as my eyes roved over the changing landscape of luxury hotels, forgotten relics of building and the ceaseless activity centred around the construction of various infrastructural projects, they were arrested by the naked visibility of its other face. One, raw with need and the hunger to clamber up the slithery steps to a better life....