Tag Archives: Love

Mangoes in Summer, Carrots in Winter

When you grow up in India, you’re always offered fruit and vegetables to eat at home depending on the season. In the summer Pops would always bring back mangoes in the official¬†bazaar bag – a big white and ugly plastic … Continue reading

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The curious case of Bombay

“Bombay.” “It’s Mumbai friend, etc etc etc.”¬†say the politically correct persons I meet everyday. There was a time I thought I liked this place – the blinding lights in the distance and the rush and screaming all over draped in … Continue reading

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An Encounter to Forget

Photo credits – the graceful Soumyo Das (as always, you’re the man) Last night I came face to face with the person this blog has moaned and crooned about for the entirety of its existence. My respect for the universe and … Continue reading

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