sheeps

Walking in the herd through Dharavi is not something I like. Even more than normally the people are staring. I feel like a passive sheep. Arriving at the shrine where the festivities are going on I feel even more out of place. We are intruders of a sacred event, waving with our cameras, all trying to stand in front of the line to get the best shot. I want to go, there is no need for me here to interfere, especially not in a group of 25 people.