I was sat in the Kala Ghoda café, a trendy contemporary place in south Mumbai, sipping an Americano and eating carrot cake.
Inside there were two men, each with long straggly brown hair below their shoulders, that looked a bit like how Jesus is depicted in paintings. Read more
I am so glad Valentine’s Day is over. It has been a day I have dreaded my whole life. The only time it was fun, was when I was 15.
Back then, in the UK, the whole idea of it was to send a card to someone you fancied and put a question mark at the bottom. Read more
A while ago a reader suggested I blog on what I thought of Indian street food. I never responded. The reason being, it is rather embarrassing to admit, but I had never tried any. Not only that but I had no idea what it even was, what the names of dishes were, and even if I had, say anecdotally heard of a dish, say Pav Bhaji, I had no idea what it meant, or what was in it. Read more
There are two occasions when I have felt as though I have woken from the dead. The first was, aged 16, after I had an operation on my back, which had required a general anesthetic.
The second was last Friday when I came ‘to’ so to speak following a week off work ill following my trip to Jaipur. Read more