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 ofContinue reading “What’s changed?”
a first person account of encountering a travelling coconut vendor.
a sudden burst of rain showers in the city.
It takes many people to make an heirloom.
Today, while walking with grocery bags in the middle of Mumbai, i found that leeches also live here.
She walked with slow, measured steps. Of course, her age did not help, but mostly it was the bags she carried, big cloth ones around each shoulder and a couple of plastic carry bags.
Just off the pavement, on a makeshift tarpaulin sheet, hung the two objects that caught my attention.
Walking brought me face to face with a reality i seem to keep forgetting — why i do not do well indoors.
A hotel next to the police station was never about the food – it was always about the station. It still is.
Out came the tennis ball. And sprinting across came Ting, the new old-timer.