Looking For Light
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
Mumbai
You Don’t Know Me
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
Where I Lay My Hands, Is Home
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Goodnight Mumbai, My City Self
Mumbai defines me and in my being, I add to the millions that define this city.
The Kindness Of Strangers
We buy into the myth of the cold cruelty of cities. Yet, we only find our loves & friendships in strangers.
Couples You See In Rom-Coms
This is a writing experiment. The model in the featured image is my friend Anmol Karnik.
City | Poetry | Relationships
A Game of Eye Contact
Eye contact. All the things it holds.
Light Viewing: February in the City – Part II
She says the city doesn’t look quite real to her. So many people. Nobody knows anyone else.
Kiss Kiss
Do you remember your last kiss? Everyone remembers their first. But kisses lose significance as we get older.
Conversations with a tree: February In The City – Part 1
I spotted this tree at the junction of a rapidly disappearing Mumbai and the greedy new city emerging in its place.