Over three decades ago, an agnostic city called BOMBAY experienced the might of GOD. I was a child when religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence.
Read the story ‘Thank God‘ here.
On 26 Jul’05, Mumbai experienced unprecedented rain – the heaviest in 100 years. This is my story of survival. It is also a love story. Read the post ‘Not An Easy City To Love‘ here.
Read the post ‘Mental Health In A Capitalist World‘ here.
Read ‘What’s Your Poison, Eena, Meena, Deeka‘ here. This piece was created for an event themed to International Day Against Drugs.
Mumbai says welcome in many languages. There’s one place where you can taste them all. Vileparle says welcome home.
Read ‘A Mumbai Kind of Welcome – Vileparle Variety‘ here.
Men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle. Read ‘CUSTODY‘ here.
I grew up in a big, bad metro city. I grew up in one of its oldest villages. The journey from Marol gaon to where I am today is as winding as Andheri Kurla road. The text of ‘Big City Girl – Marol Memoirs‘ can be viewed here.
Love poem chaptered in pieces of my heart & pages of a journal. Read the poem ‘Journal Entries, 2016’ here.
I found home years after losing it, on a different island. Mahim was full of stories. Read ‘Another Island‘ here.
