Amit Sengupta, Delhi
It's Darknes at noon at Dharavi, the world's biggest slumAnd hope trickles like wounds simmering inside the labyrinth of hopeless deadlines
Prabhat Sharan, Mumbai
In this sub-human realm of decay, dying and decline, bloom a million dreams of a better and beautiful life. Will this ever be possible?
Akash Bisht, Delhi
Brutalised and abused, they love their freedom. Hiding the obsessive longing to become Bollywood superstars
Samarth Pathak, Delhi
Till dusk, niveli fills her garbage bag with bits of plastic,metal and paper, before she leaves for home. After washing up, she dresses up in a clean saree complete with gold ornaments to boot , two gold chains, eight gold bangels, three gold rings and a heavy gold mangalsutra- and sits outside to gossip
Gajanan Khergamker, Mumbai
There is no villian in slumdog millionaire. There are pimps and rouge policemen but no politically identifiable villian.
Javed Naqvi, Delhi