At 7.30 am, every day, you’ll find him seated on the steps of a pista-green building between Gamdevi Police Station and Chowpatty. His dishevelled grey mane flowing into a Santa Claus beard with him wearing a dusty kurta that is framed by the peeling white paint on a door (perhaps sealed forever) can be spotted from a distance. It’s an image that makes you wonder. Had a pair of kohl-lined eyes once watched him through the spaces between the wooden slats on the shutters? Was she sent away? Married off to another? Is his soul frozen in a happier time? Do his eyes gaze upon a ghost?

An artist paints a 24ft mural dedicated to yesteryear Bollywood actress Madhubalau00a0