The trees lining Marine Drive promenade are survivors. Some of them are Banyans, others the ubiquitous Badams and coconuts and still others I have yet to identify. The ones with the headily fragrant silky blooms – silk cotton? Read More- >
Sitting tucked away in a corner of a sunny, bright waiting room. I try to be unobtrusive because I don’t have a visitor’s pass. I have my embroidery in hand but my thoughts are elsewhere. Read More >
March has arrived in Mumbai. A long low growl. A warning of days to come. Walking from Churchgate via Oval Maidan to Regal this morning was not pleasant. The trees helped though. Read More->
I stare at the young man in the back of that tempo. Traffic is crawling. Every time it lurches forward, I wait for a sack of potatoes to fall and hold my breath..
