The Idea and the Practice of a Slum

“Right there, right there!” “Where? I can’t see the damn station. Where is it?” “Right there, you walk past that little lane, you will hit the station.” Grudgingly, I walked through the lane and lo and behold! I was at the platform of Govandi railway station. It just took me a little row of settlements and some open drains running by them to get to that wretched Govandi station (not to forget to mention, passing by some of the children playing around and that sole bhaiyya woman sitting idly

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