Tag Archives: Mumbai

Horn Not OK, please!

These days, around Mumbai, I’m seeing quite a few stickers and hand-painted signs on the backs of trucks and tempos exclaiming, “Horn not OK, please!” Is Mumbai in the midst of a behaviour change experiment to kill honking? The perennial … Continue reading

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The brush-off

I was walking back from Carter Road, a lively promenade that embraces the Arabian Sea, when he brushed past me, this lanky dude of maybe 20 years, earphones tightly plugged into his dark ears. I was startled, and slowed down … Continue reading

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Where everybody knows your name

The little beauty parlour I go to looks like every other beauty parlour. You’d be forgiven if you walked past it without a second glance, so ordinary does it seem. Shonelle’s sits between a medical store and a small-time jewelry … Continue reading

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The man sat outside the train station, directly across the exit from where people poured out. It was the evening hour and beaten down office workers were retreating home. Peanut hawkers milled about, coaxing slender paper cones filled with roasted, … Continue reading

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In absentia

Hello, hello. It’s been a while. As I stare at the blank slate, I feel nervous. I have disappeared from you, my friends, for months without notice. How do I show my face again, I wonder. Will you want to … Continue reading

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Moving to a small town, by choice

I’m a big city girl- Boston, New York,Toronto, Singapore, Manila, New Delhi, Mumbai, and Colombo have been my play pens, as a toddler through to adulthood. A week ago, I moved to a small town, Aurangabad. By choice. A lot … Continue reading

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Marigold light

It is Diwali, and the marigolds spill out of the sellers’ baskets happily. Bright orange marigolds intermingle with fresh white and delightful yellow ones, sending out a cheerful greeting to passersby, like me: “it’s Diwali, the Festival of Lights, when … Continue reading

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