The ice cream man’s a coming Bells ringing, childhood memories. The ice cream cart comes to our neighborhood, but here in Bombay it’s kulfi. Sometimes it’s the kulfi man with the basket on his head announcing his arrival. ‘Kulfi-eaah’. As kids we used to run happily for ice cream or kulfi. That instant brain freeze
The city of dreams, that’s where I live, my Bombay. The city where dreams die, that’s where I live too, my Mumbai. Of course we’ve had a lot of names over the centuries – Boon Bay, Bombain, Mombayn, Bombaym, Monbaym, Mombaym, Bombay, Mombaim, Bambaye, Bombeye, Bombaiim, and more; and now Maha Amba, Mumba and Mumbai.
You’ve already read the blog about how I found it difficult to get back into a Kayak because my boobs kept getting in the way. But that’s not the only problem I’ve had with having big boobs. My country wants me to go braless Take for instance the fact that bras my size are not manufactured
Bizarre Beauty? Travel exposes you to the strangest things – apart from discovering wonderful cultural diversity, behavioral differences and contrary thought processes – one is also exposed to a range of novel and sometimes surprising situations. Take for example when I was in Cardiff a few years ago, and after ordering a Whiskey and Soda
Ramadan or Ramzan is a Muslim celebration of when the Quran was revealed to the prophet Muhammad. Fasting is necessary for Muslims who aren’t sick, elderly, menstruating, breastfeeding, pregnant or travelling. It’s one of the famous Five Pillars of Islam. My Muslim friends fast from dawn till dusk, and don’t have sex, eat, drink, or smoke.
Thinking of you, my love, my once upon a time! And suddenly a year has gone by my love, and so much has changed, and yet so much hasn’t. And although I should be looking forward, for just this once I will look back over my shoulder and remember. The airport, you take my hand
I’ve always loved the smell of baking. From the time I was little I remember the smell of fresh cakes baking in the oven, and knowing that I was in for a delicious treat. By the time I turned five I started helping my mom to bake cakes, just like she had helped her mother
It’s New Years Eve. We’re en France at your neighbour’s place for dinner. The wine flows freely. How can it not? We’re in Cannes. I’m sitting there thinking, when a pleasant elderly gentleman offers to fill my wine glass, but I decline saying you’ll fill it for me. He then offers to keep me company
No good connecting flights. I have to spend a night in Paris on the way to another city. Memories rush. Feelings follow. It’s just one night. It will be fine. How different can it be from every other night that I miss you? Did the same thing happen to you the last time you saw
We talked again the other day, just like we used to do way back when. Long hours of talking about this and that, about everything and nothing. And I wanted to reach across the screen and touch your face like I used to, and trace the corners of your smile. And it hurt. For an
So Valentine’s Day is coming up, and everyone is planning a special something for their special someone. Well, not everybody. There are those of us who don’t have a special someone yet or anymore. We’ve had our hearts broken, we’ve loved the ones we thought were ‘the ones’, and we lost them. Or we’ve broken