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The tile cutting machine next door has finally, blessedly fallen silent. The only sounds now are of a broom sweeping
We were always a dog family. A long line of bitches had been a part of my family since I
This city has an unique and single mindedly cruel approach to tree conservation. We devote ten months of the year
The monsoon is almost done. Three months of erratic exercise, soul food, mildew and magical skyscapes. On Marine Drive, the
There’s a new posse in town and trouble is a-brewing. They call themselves the Bandits, they’re young, fearless and ready
My balcony is filled with citrus plants. Too many, my once in three months gardener darkly mutters. Pomelos, limes, sweet
Discovering Bombay is like a cool game of chance. You go to far flung Versova in search of Prithvi Theatre
There are new kids on my block. They are rambunctious, unruly, easily distracted. They are a bunch of rascals and
How the monsoon skies change the landscape of this city. The old and neglected architecture is left shamefaced against a
A friend once teased me when I asked about the weather in his town. He said, we’re meeting after all
