For most Mumbai residents, the mention of 90 Feet Road in the congested Dharavi neighbourhood brings to mind endless traffic jams, incessant honking, and buildings sorely in need of a coat of paint. Just before dawn on Friday, though, it became the venue for a giant street party. For more than half a century, this part of Dharavi has been home to migrants from Tamil Nadu and on Pongal, 90 Feet Road was where they gathered to celebrate the festival of abundance.

A section of the road was closed to traffic and over a 1,000 brick fireplaces had been hastily assembled. Three different kinds of music blared out: one set of sounds from the Shiv Sena loudspeakers, one from the Hindu Yuva Sena and a third from a DJ at the end of the street who was entertaining the kids.

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Soon, hundreds of women began to line up. The organisers gave each of them a bag of rice, tamarind, ginger, jaggery, stalks of sugarcane, a brand new cooking pot and a number telling them which fireplace they had been allotted.

Tiny flames lit up the road. The younger women were guided by the elder ones. The wave of pre-dawn camaraderie was broken briefly as the smoke brought itchy tears to everyone's eyes. But as the sun came up, everyone on 90 Feet Road said a silent prayers with folded hands and watched the sweetened rice boiled over just a little, a gesture acknowledging the abundance of the present and a fervent wish that it would continue in the year ahead.

Ramakrishnan Nadar(47) a member of the local Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh unit, sets up stage.
A milkman pauses to take a photo before the festivities begin.
A thousand sacks of rice stand ready to be distributed.
A woman checks a utensil for possible leakages.
Women make preparations by their designated fireplaces.
Aerial view of the festivities.
As water supplies for cooking ran out, some headed to a broken pipe nearby.
A street dog inspects a fireplace.
A woman prays to the rising sun.
A woman drains out the excess water after cooking the rice.
Dharavi is a diverse neighbourhood, just like the city of Mumbai.
A boy struggles to keep his veshti on.
It's time to head home.