A New June
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
Cityscapes, city sights, urban communities, metropolis life, city dweller identity, focussed on Mumbai with an occasional mention of Delhi, Bangalore and other cities I’ve been in.
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
Today’s short story is about the power of lines – physical and intangible. The prompt was a famous Bollywood dialogue, which also appears in the story.
Café Mocha, Suresh had learnt, was coffee with a little squirt of that chocolate syrup they had in squeeze bottles. It’s what he always ordered at a coffeeshop now. Coming from the state with the oldest and largest coffee plantations in the country, Suresh found it curious, even unfair that…
It turns out that May is Short Story Month. So I’m going to try and serve up a Tiny Tale every day through May. Enjoy! ====================================================== Chandran stepped into his hawai chappals, grimacing. Even his slippers were slick with sweat. Nevertheless, he moved to the balcony, hoping the sky would…
It’s no secret, my grand love affair with books. I’ve also written about my obsession with bookstores, big and small. Flipkart has replaced Landmark in my affections because it’s so much more convenient. But I do miss the adventuring that went with real world, poking-through-shelves book browsing. A bookworm needs…
For best results, paste on electric box. This month’s blockbuster promises to be quite electrifying: Current Maare Goriya
Spotted on the back of autorickshaw driver’s seat. Everyone in Mumbai wants repeat business.
Spotted on the side of a building wall. I’m guessing the dangling man offering the modak came later. Street art is an ever evolving form, after all.
The Mumbaiker starts the day with a prayer to guide them through the daily adventure that is a public commute.
As much as I complain about autorickshaws, I can’t deny they certainly improve the stuck-in-traffic experience. ‘If ur bad, I am ur dad.’