Mumbai
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The Wedding Renu Still Owes Me
I did not attend Renu’s wedding. This was in 2007, when we were colleagues and friends. Not best friends exactly, but the kind of office friends forged under mild but sustained adversity. We would call it trauma bonding today. At the time, we called it getting each other’s jokes. Over the years, the friendship deepened… Continue reading
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To Have Known a Love Like Bombay
My earliest memories of Bombay are stitched together with delays, derailments, and the kind of chaos that becomes funny only twenty years later. The first time I travelled to the city, my mother, my aunt, and I boarded a train from Chennai, a simple journey, three days of sightseeing planned, my Maama waiting for us… Continue reading
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The One in Which Rachel Green Lied to Me
A personal essay on how Friends, a Louis Vuitton tote bag, and two decades of middle-class aspiration shaped a life in India. From navigating the Dadar fast local with a backpack to buying ‘dupes’ on Meesho, a look at the performance of adulthood and the gap between who we are and who we want to… Continue reading
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