I watched Spain beat the Netherlands in the World Cup in a small trendy but casual Moroccan-style café/bar called Mocha in Mumbai on Sunday night. The atmosphere was amazing. Read more
The heavens have opened and the rain is pouring. Who cares if there is a leak in my kitchen and Mumbai’s roads are waterlogged once more? Read more
It was 7pm. I was sat at my desk and a whole pile of work was awaiting me. But I felt brain dead. I mulled about attending an art party, or a more attractive option, going home and sleeping. Or a less attractive one: continuing the work over an expresso in Barista. Read more
Why is it that in Mumbai:-
Sandwiches are served with tomato ketchup and a weird green sauce.
Mumbaikars say (and write) ‘thrice’ and not ‘three times.’ Read more