A dozen boys, wearing only raggity shorts, climbing up a tree, swinging from the branches
A girl of seven, with sun bleached brown hair, wild eyes, carrying a one year old on her hip, begging for money, throwing you the most pitful look at a signal light…yet as the signal turns, she laughs and smiles, as if she hasn’t a care in the world
Giant prawns doused with spices that make your tongue tingle at the thought…
Butter Garlic Nans…enough said
A walk along Carter Road at night, watching lovers, covet a space in the rocks, guarded by the darkness of night…..drinking spiced tea that a little boy sells from a flask
Dancing at Club 9, to music that you only hear at parties entitled “old school”
Sitting with friends at four in the morning, eating sandwiches, at sun in sands….
Buying booze from Jantas at 3 am, having the eleven year old mix the rum and coke in the plastic bottle, while you patiently watch from a rickshaw
Bumpy kisses in a Rickshaw
Aunties so old they’ve shrunk, who remember every family story there is…..who fill your mind with characters from the past, and scandals that make you laugh till you pee just a little..
A magical boat ride from the gate way of India, jumping over four boats to get to your intended boat, holding onto a hand that promises you, you won’t fall over….
A luxury day spent at the a salon, including a gold dust facial, manicures, pedicures, and the works!
The smell of burning paper as your drive by slums trying to heat themselves for the night
Navigating through the crazy surfaces called roads in Bandra, trying your darndest not to twist your ankle
The sound of a crow, followed by the Bhaji walla (Vegetable seller) followed by the Milk walla, followed by the Egg Walla….needless to say sleeping in, is not an option….
Happy New Year to you all Btw....