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.
I found home years after losing it, on a different island. Mahim was full of stories. Read ‘Another Island‘ here.
This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.
A story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history. Read ‘FLAMINGOS‘ here.
FLAMINGOS is the story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history.
Versova bears the name of one of Mumbai’s oldest fishing villages. It is also home to the dream factory of romance. Read ‘See You At Versova At 6 (Milte hain Versova pe)’ here.
Versova is one of the oldest fishing villages in Mumbai. It is also home to Bollywood hopefuls. And there is a beach, less glamorous than Marine Drive, less known than Juhu.
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
