Tag: Bombay
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This City
Every sip, connected to the other one, The liquid connected through memory and taste A haze of tea leaves crushed and yellowed, Sugar, milk, adrak and the magic of giant copper vessels. Dust everywhere. Every scrunch under my feet, Rising and settling And mixing with the flakes of my dead Skin. Skin everywhere. Every spit…
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The City
It speaks a little of how much it has been on my mind that two consecutive posts are about the same thing. In a way. Is Bombay just overwhelming me? Or is it just that my love for it makes me want to talk about it, but I feel that most people don’t see what…
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Wherever I lay my head
My first memories of Bombay were when we arrived at Victoria Terminus from Jamshedpur via the Bombay Mail. The journey had taken almost 2 days, but in those days travelling by sleeper class was one of the most fun things we could do. It signified the start of a holiday. Something new, something different from…
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Personal Notes From A Metropolis
A Benz looks great only on rainy nights Neon signs are not dead…in fact they make the only real landmarks No-one notices the cemeteries. It’s like they don’t exist It smells all the time, except when you are home. Even then it smells, but differently We need sanctuaries, but instead we build walls. And the…
Between 2 Sips 