It is past noon. We are coloured twigs across parallel lines. We have been lying here for hours in the heat. There is some discussion about whether two hundred and fifty people will actually go through with 'mass suicide'.
There is nobody here with trucks or cranes – only cameras and lots of talking.
I can hear some people say: 'Lakshmi told everyone that there would be an eviction and then a demolition.'
'She got everyone to come and lie on the railway tracks.'