Sleeping with the traffic.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
About midnight. A few men and a few dogs are sleeping on the concrete divider. â€śThe (traffic) fumes prevent the insects from coming on to the middle of the road,â€ť says Javed Khan. The Delhi Walla meets him on the School Lane flyover in central Delhi. It is close to Modern School in Barakhamba.
â€śIâ€™m from Nepal. I donâ€™t have any work,â€ť he says.
â€śArenâ€™t you scared that a speeding car can run over you?â€ť I ask.
Mr Khan shrugs his shoulders.
â€śMost people here are labourers and rickshaw wallas.â€ť
Mr Khanâ€™s friend, who is sitting beside him, is quietly smoking a cigarette.
The headlight glare of an oncoming car blinds my sight.
Soon afterwards Iâ€™m summoned by a beat constable from across the road. He says, â€śDonâ€™t go close to them. Most are drug addicts. They can do anything to get their daily dose of smack. They might snatch your camera, or even attack you with a razor.â€ť
A few minutes later, two dogs sleeping on the divider get up and start barking. The men continue to sleep.