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”

Three Women in a boat

There were three of us – me, mom and my sis. We had just reached Gateway to catch the boat. Well, technically it was a ferry boat, with more than a dozen people on board but that doesn’t matter. If you haven’t taken a ferry ride before, you definitely must. Barring the queue, the madContinue reading “Three Women in a boat”