It is the people food is shared with, or the people around, who also make food what it is.
Of unplanned expenses and sweaty summers.
Matunga is empty. Ram Ashray is packed!
Questions streamed across the screen. It took me a while to understand these questions across the screen were part of an online poll they were conducting right in the middle of the play! I found this so shocking that it took me a while to see the ‘SKIP’ button on top.
D – R – A – M – A .
The word slowly percolated through my ears, gained momentum enroute to the brain till it hit my forehead with a bang.
A Sunday morning. An urban village.
The bus driver is speeding over speed bumps while the seats have no cushioning and most people are without masks.