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Sometimes when we pause to look around on my way to work, a different Mumbai slowly surfaces, invisible and quite often on bicycle or on foot. Sometimes they even shout and cry and it is background noise to us but not to the people who understand that frequency and the time of the call. Like bird watchers who have the ears for the song of birds. It's a world that keeps the city going like one the hidden gears and wheels inside a clock. We are the more visible needles to ourselves. Behind the numbers is an interlinked world that makes us all move and on time.