What’s changed?

She’s here. She’s finally here. After leaving Lokhandwala at 17:00 and being in Bandra by 18:57. Three years since we last saw her, that she’s only an hour late is a revolution. She’s eating a sandwich and laughing away. She’s asked for black coffee with milk on the side. She’s talking at the speed of

Empty roads, take us home

The streets of Bandra are empty this Sunday evening. A vehicle passes us by on Hill Road every thirty seconds at most. It is possible to walk in the middle of the road right now. I look at you. You’re equally puzzled.“The roads are so empty.”“Its a Sunday evening.”“This makes no sense.” I continue to

The window in my room

thoughts on the window in my room

This is home too

Beats reverberate from different drums from all over the room. There’s chatter to accompany it, people yapping in twos or threes. Then laughter. And the drums begin again. The beat is a faithful companion. The words are like fleeting lovers, a hint of a touch and off they go. They are hardly audible above the

The way home

The weather is perfect on this mid-September night and the doggu is equal parts walking companion, equal parts playmate.

A whimsical Sunday morning

It is the people food is shared with, or the people around, who also make food what it is.

Home for you

This isn’t my home
I know that
Despite how it feels
When you wander away
I chose to stay