Thank God: Ramjanambhoomi-Babri Masjid & Bombay Riots
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.
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.
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.
Christmas is complex for me. It’s a journey through painful nostalgia, colonised history, the morality of forgivness & questioning where I really belong.
I took a train journey after over 5 years. It simultaneously felt like a new experience & an old pleasant ache that showed up. Is this what dissociation is?
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.
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.
Mumbai says welcome in many languages. There’s one place where you can taste them all. Vileparle says welcome home.
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.
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.
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.