Thank God: Ramjanambhoomi-Babri Masjid & Bombay Riots
Religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence & my city burnt. It was never the same again. I was never the same again. Thank God.
Religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence & my city burnt. It was never the same again. I was never the same again. Thank God.
Over three decades ago, an agnostic city called BOMBAY experienced the might of GOD. I was a child when religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence.
Read the story ‘Thank God‘ here.
On 26 Jul’05, Mumbai experienced unprecedented rain – the heaviest in 100 years. This is my story of survival. It is also a love story.
Mumbai says welcome in many languages. There’s one place where you can taste them all. Vileparle says welcome home.
Mumbai says welcome in many languages. There’s one place where you can taste them all. Vileparle says welcome home.
Read ‘A Mumbai Kind of Welcome – Vileparle Variety‘ here.
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
I grew up in a big, bad metro city. I grew up in one of its oldest villages. The journey from Marol gaon to where I am today is as winding as Andheri Kurla road. The text of ‘Big City Girl – Marol Memoirs‘ can be viewed here.
This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.
I found home years after losing it, on a different island. Mahim was full of stories. Read ‘Another Island‘ here.
A story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history. Read ‘FLAMINGOS‘ here.