#AndheriGirl: Marol Spirit
Marol is where the ‘Mumbaiker spirit’ goes to die.
*I should know, I grew up there.
Marol is where the ‘Mumbaiker spirit’ goes to die.
*I should know, I grew up there.
This piece began at the height of my ambition as a fabric-painter. It was one of the few ones where I actively went looking for the garment and bought it only because I had a painting project idea in mind. It was a creamy-white cotton vest from FabIndia with flat…
Tuesday was really special. I had a chance to perform at Mithibai college’s LitCon festival. The alma mater makes everything a magical experience. Even though the building has changed beyond recognition, it has echoes of my adolescent self, climbing out of windows, sneaking vada-paos into chemistry labs, reading books hidden…
Spotted on the back of autorickshaw driver’s seat. Everyone in Mumbai wants repeat business.
Religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence & my city burnt. It was never the same again. I was never the same again. Thank God.
The day stretches on like chewing gum that’s lost its flavour a long time ago. Yet, you won’t spit it out.
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men. It makes my past feel like vertigo.