My first day back in the world after two days in a shell of immediate survival. Everyone in the office had a story to tell. One of the girls left office on Tuesday and we had no news from her till late this morning. She still hasn’t managed to get…
I’m home today after living through the first natural calamity in my life – the Mumbai floods of July 2005. My city drowned and floated.
A candid account of feeling violated in public spaces by a look, challenging societal norms, and the struggle for solidarity.
Bells ringing. Traffic honking. Burdens falling. Surprises galore.
Faces, faces, faces everywhere.
It’s Monday morning in Mumbai.
Main aur mera camera
Aksar yeh baatein karte hain…
Mere dono sheher are tributes to colour
A trip to the Oxford bookstore yields some cynical trends about readers and the publishing industry and ends in a befuddling find.
A sense of rootlessness assails meHere I am, two and a half decades old…and feeling every minute of itLiving charades every dayJuggling roles and discarding masks for newer onesDoing everything right, hoping there’ll be an answer at the end. Running, running, constantly runningTo keep up with this carnival I’m a…
Mumbai. It’s both beautiful and tragic.