My Bombay is No More

Last night I dreamed I was in Bombay again. (Forgive me Daphne Du Maurier). Back to that city of skyscrapers and slums, a city that never sleeps, a city I love. I saw myself getting into a train, hopefully a superfast, and circumventing the city. The stations slip by–Goregan , Andheri, Bandra, Dadar. A little … Continue reading My Bombay is No More