Diwali

This Diwali has been a happy one, but still bittersweet, filled with memories of my distant childhood where we actually celebrated Diwali in a large Hindu family, and of course my father was still alive and always made it special. I think I’m old enough to use phrases like “when I was young….” And yes,…

Ghosts of My Bombay

In the Bombay of my dreams I meander once more through my Colaba, Lanes leaden with leafy trees adorn sidewalks Bordering quaint homes, art deco stunning, oldworld charming Some have gardens bougainville and flowers, I peer into windows fascinated by Life, peeping inside to glimpse families behind heavy wood and glass doors Chandeliers gleam Pots…