Fatima: Story of a sex worker.

Everyone called her Amma, and I was too young to discern what a ‘pimp’ was at the time. I was 14 years old, recently orphaned after my single mother passed away from dengue hemorrhagic fever, and I had absolutely nowhere else to go. Amma took me into her brothel, provided me with a room, some…

She fades away, everyday.

Mumbai, 2012. I still remember the first time I ran my fingers through her hair – we were casually sitting at Marine Drive right opposite the Pizza Bay that fine evening, facing the city rather than the sea, silently tittering looking at our beloved neighbours – the fellow junior college couples whose prime intent to…

Mumbai: Twenty Million Heartbeats

Hey Mumbai.  It’s been almost 22 years. I know we don’t see each other quite often these days. I know I only get a handful number of days a year to spend with you, but guess what – nothing’s changed. I still love sitting for hours on Marine Drive and just peacefully taking trips down…

“The Robin”

I always believed that life was an amalgam of millions of crazy little moments. Those long walks, the late night chat sessions, that first candlelit dinner, those cheesy melodramatic gestures, the old school love letters, the first kiss & the subsequent sweet slide into utter mindlessness, and of course – the first midnight dance in…