Letters To Delhi From A Mumbai Girl
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life.
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City. Tell me what you think. ~O~O~O~O~O~ C is for City It was hot even at that hour. Summer was here. Rhea stared…
Once, during my winter vacations, my grandmother sent me downstairs to buy some vegetables. I knew nothing about veggies of course but her reassuring face hovered above from the balcony as she said she would point out the fresh ones from the rest. So I skipped down the stairs to…
I was born in Delhi where my mum grew up.Every certificate of education I possess, bears the stamp of Mumbai University.I speak a weird concoction of pure English corrupted by MS Word and slathered with that strange tongue called Bambaiyya.I also understand most versions of the tongues spoken from Punjab…
Main aur mera camera
Aksar yeh baatein karte hain…
Mere dono sheher are tributes to colour