Big City Girl: Marol Memoirs
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
A decade I ago I pondered the question, “Can a man be a feminist?”. Has my answer changed since then?
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
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I closed a chapter I wrote a decade ago. It is a death since I once gave it life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
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This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.