No home. They live on the divider under the Ameerpet Metro station. A young family - the parents look like they are migrants and in their early twenties, two young kids, no belongings worth mentioning. No roof, not enough clothes, don't know where the next meal is coming from, no thought beyond the next meal or the next few hours. No house, no gas, no power, no water - and still they are happy sharing the few morsels they seem to have somehow got their hands on.
Togetherness. Sharing. Enjoying the moment.
Happiness.
And all around them people zip about in their cars, from homes, families, everything they can ask for but still deeply unhappy, unsatisfied, unwilling to share.
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