One year of Bombay Daak
Frank O’Connor, considers the novel in terms of the passage of time. “To me a novel is something that’s built around the character of time, the nature …
There’s an old essay on Bandra’s Zenzi written by Juhi Pande — Last Call. It is one of my favourite pieces written about Bombay, or at least a slice of…
In my village begins the river Nila. A little away from my hamlet (it literally is one), near the town centre lies an obscure bridge running across Nil…
The storm clouds from Tauktae have not receded here yet, and another one begins elsewhere. The cyclones and storms of Bay of Bengal are often more deva…
It In the building across the street from my home is a toddler. I see him, as he comes in his mother’s arms to look at the world from his window, as I …
A small note on vaccination before we proceed. Do get one if you can. But, the vaccine right now is a lottery. Those who haven't had theirs might get a…
Left with nothing to do the city corporation has once again begun digging my road. The dust, the persistent noise of its rummage, both are a respite ou…
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