Victorian Ball

The red locomotive is the first thing that catches your eye. The nondescript, partially open gate a few feet ahead of Central Railways courtyard merits no special attention from a city on the move. But despite being slave to its schedules for half of one’s life, a quick peek into the glorious railway edifice can haltContinue reading “Victorian Ball”

Hitting pause

It’s 9 a.m. The crowd is just starting to spill on to the road outside Chembur station. I try to move ahead, deftly avoiding the swathes of people on the way out, but Gopal MS has already bested me. He points to a newspaper stall that sells only Tamil magazines and talks about the local residents.Continue reading “Hitting pause”

Art by the bay

You smell Sassoon Docks before you see it. The olfactory hints grow stronger past the red and white archway, as you do some quick-stepping to avoid the strewn prawn shells that litter the way to the jetty. But few take this short walk by the warehouses, save the amateur photographer, curious visitor or restaurant owner.┬áIt’sContinue reading “Art by the bay”

Indigo diaries

They were among the first ones to go up. Flapping back and forth on the flimsy wire, my eyes kept returning to those printed dupattas as the tables were padded up with layers of white cloth. Were we to make these? Seated outside, on the lawns of the Bhau Daji Lad museum for the DabuContinue reading “Indigo diaries”

Becoming a child at Kahani Tree

“Aaaaaaaaccchhhooooooooooooooooooooooooo” Blork! Bluurf! I seem to have caught Gajapati Kulapati’s cold. Just wait till I catch hold of that elephant again! I feel a little biffsquiggled with this cold to be honest. But what I was saying was…when I walked in to Kahani Tree, an independent bookstore in Prabhadevi, I had but a few cats inContinue reading “Becoming a child at Kahani Tree”