I feel most at ease among my own. Blue-collar workers—vendors, laborers, peddlers—are my comfort zone. Labels like upper, middle, or lower class don’t really matter to me.
Ragpickers, rickshaw pullers, auto drivers—I naturally connect with people who are underprivileged.
I count my blessings, especially when I think of people with physical or mental disabilities.
Chai, conversation, companionship—and yes, cigarettes.
Wealthy people, on the other hand, make me uneasy.
