The shanties in the foreground came up to house the migrant labourours who built the hospital, and are now working on an equally swanky apartment complex coming up right behind it.
Every aspect of their lives is conducted in full glare of the public - they cook in public, eat in public, wash their clothes in public, even bathe in public.
And yet, they are almost invisible to the million or so people who use the road everyday.
The city would not exist without the migrant labourours who live just above starvation levels and take on the jobs that the residents of the city would not perform. And yet we refuse to acknowledge our debt to them, and close them out from our schools, hospitals and other public services.
And yet, they haven't forgotten how to smile.