Yesterday, at this very moment I was wet with the heat of Mumbai, my eyes creased down to a thin line, and my water bottle empty after having re-filled it twice. I was eating a Frankie (it is what rolls and wraps are called locally here) full of schezwan and cheese (which, for the record, … Continue reading SUMMER IV-[POTTERMANIA]



That day, it started. My house was called “the equatorial” It was suddenly unbearably hot. I knew what was about to happen. And it did. The doorbell rang. It ringed in my ears like an echo. My brains jingled at the sound. Relenting, I walked over to the front door. Smiling into the door eye … Continue reading Summer-I