An Introduction to Bombay

My second time around living in Bombay started off very differently. I came prepared with all its ugly sides that I'd seen before. But this city gave me so much knowledge before, taught me so much, I wanted to give it another shot. A less crowded churchgate station A friend of mine happened to to… Continue reading An Introduction to Bombay

The Girl who wouldn’t Shut Up

I recently happened to take a flight from Delhi to Bombay. Shared a very interesting conversation with a lovely 43 year old gentlemen, who didn't' shy away from talking about anything. It felt so liberating to sit next to someone who actually was ready to have a healthy debate/discussion rather than listen to crying babies.

A Portrait of a self-tortured child

If the behaviour of babies and small children is any guide, we emerge into the world with our tendencies to imbalance already well entrenched. In our playpens and high chairs, we are rarely far from displaying either hysterical happiness or savage disappointment, love or rage, mania or exhaustion-and, despite the growth of a more temperate exterior in adulthood, we seldom succeed in laying claim to lasting equilibrium, traversing our lives like stubbornly listing ships on choppy seas.