The Roads Of Change
It is always time for a change.
It is always time for a change.
Soon, very soon….the rains will be here, the festivities will began and there will be even more flowers!
Catching a moment of joy in the mundane in the midst of a clogged day.
If you ram your head into a wall too much, you might get stuck in it!!! Let’s call this being as stubborn as a mill.
Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
The gateway to Mumbai says, Come in, be yourself, make a home for yourself here and become a part of me. At least it used to. Before the anti-outsider sentiments, the religious fundamentalists and the terrorists made their presence felt. I wonder if the gate opens only to the West…
I keep taking U-turns in life. If you knew where you wanted to really go, maybe you wouldn’t have to turn back. Can you make a U-turn on reclaimed land? Would that be re-reclaimed territory then? On another note, this clean, non-congested road is in Mumbai. And yes, in one…
Meet me in my dreamsBecause that’s the only place I’ll let you existTell me anything you like, your silliest moments, your heartfelt desiresI’ll do my best to make them trueAnd we’ll live through fantasy The next morning, when I wake up in my worldAnd you in yoursDon’t try to hold…
I’m usually a real home-bird. That will surprise a lot of people who know me because I spend so little time in my house. But that’s a place with four walls. The fact is that I have a strong attachment to places, especially those with memories. I relate to places…
It rained this morning. In Mumbai it only rains between June and September. Deadening, depressing, gloomy rain. But today was a cloudy, cloudy day when I left home. Dark clouds blotting out the over-hot sun that turns a Mumbai morning from morning-sun-pleasant to god-its-hot HOT. Dark clouds are supposed to…