A tribute to one of my many homes in Bombay, Everard Nagar.
“Go on, do a search for visuals for Hindi and Urdu poetry,” Shiraz Husain tells me over the telephone from Delhi. “What did you find? A hand crushing a rose, blood drops, a single tear rolling down or a beautiful woman. Why does the representation have to be so boring?” It’s a fair question. Husain, … Continue reading Shop talk: Urdu poetry meets fine art
I work in Bandra (East), which means most of my dinners and plans centre on the suburb, the West. My association with Bandra goes back to the beginning of my time in Mumbai. I messaged a friend telling him what I felt. His reply, "It's called nostalgia. The biggest bitch in the book". He was … Continue reading Bandra: Once upon a home
In April last year, I brought in my 30th birthday in Europe on a three-week trip. I had my cousin and a friend for company for half of the trip, the rest was spent alone. It took me a day to realise that I didn't like solo travel, it was too quiet (even for me). It … Continue reading Travelling solo, in Alibaug
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