how sugarcane shops in the city have changed.
A conversation about food is not just about food, but also reveals our beliefs.
A cake in 10.
I was happy I discovered this place. A nice community joint, with real people, where everyone knew everyone, meals were simple and money was paper not plastic.
Steam rising here. Smoke rising there. For now, he stays put, looking away. The clouds roll by as the sun sets.
It is the people food is shared with, or the people around, who also make food what it is.
They walked in. The young man spotted her first. Immediately, he pushed his body far back from his beer & his hands automatically rose to straighten his hair.
The hotel had a ‘Relax – everthing else can wait’ vibe. Until they walked in.
My drink fresh lime soda – its ingredients, namely tonic water, sugar & lemon were being served separately as accompaniments at most of the tables there.
Matunga is empty. Ram Ashray is packed!