For Mumbai. The railway coaches stand like zombies, like they have been assigned a job they never signed up for. They look desolate without the crowds. The sea-link looks like a lonely strip, the flyovers show off their curves, but who’s there to watch? The maidans lie bald, speckled with spots of brown and green. … Continue reading Pause



I have spoken to the rivers, understood their frothy, foaming words. I have heard their words collide against the rocks. I have listened to singing trees, Their leaves dancing in the wind. I have flipped their pages in my head, and read through their poems, their couplets and their epics. They tell tales of what … Continue reading Leap