New Yorkers. Always in a rush. Faces full of stress and worry. Bundled with bags, clothes and luggages. NYPD carrying machine guns that look like toys. Hassling innocents with a right to partol the streets freely. Trains running behind and people filled with frustration. God fearing believers spitting words of what they believe in faces. Pushing tracks (pamphlets) in the hands of unbelievers. Feet moving rapidly on the busy streets of the city. Minds filled with distanting thoughts. Shoulders bumbing. Strangers compressed in small trains, streets and busy buses. New York is a place of dreams, a place filled with hopes of ‘making it’ or being on top. For some, New York is paradise but for me New York is home.