Bombay, meri jaan

It’s the city of opportunities; the financial capital; the land of migrants. The phrases fall woefully short of describing the chaos that is Mumbai – forever jostling for space, claimed, reclaimed and stretched to the seams by inhabitants on the run, trying to leave an imprint on a square foot. Bombay, Meri Jaan tries toContinue reading “Bombay, meri jaan”

Soul Street

I was walking past the Jehangir Art gallery when a man called out to me. “Would you like a portrait?” The man was wearing a faded yellow coat. In his right hand he had a discoloured diary and some loose canvas sheets. Just registering the words, I stopped midway and gave the man a once-over.Continue reading “Soul Street”