It was my first ever visit to the all famous Mohammad Ali Road of Mumbai and that too during the month of Ramadan or Eid-Ul-Fitr. After a week long dilly dallying i shrugged my inertia and took on my heart and love for food to the gastronomic lane of Mumbai. I do not know any nook and corner of the road but i just wanted to confirm all the wonderful stories i had heard about the sea of specialty cuisine (almost all Ramadan special street food) this street offers. So take your seat, put your tea or coffee besides you and walk with me through the lane which is every food connoisseur’s dream. It was 5 in the evening and i stepped out of my taxi. I could just see loads of vehicles and people walking in one direction. I followed them. I could see some lights and glitters here and there and i knew my destination is not too far. I asked an enthusiastic cap seller the address and he replied – “Oh (with …
I have a thing for Roof tiles. Primarily because my childhood has been spent in a house with roof tiles. I love them. Though during summers they become hot during the day, they can beat any air conditioner during nights. But roof tiles can be nasty during rains. The picture is one of the roof tile house in Mumbai. The man on the roof is preparing it for the monsoons. This was new to me. People get their roofs coated with tar so that they can make it waterproof! Brilliant! Apart from the roof tiles what i love in this picture is the stark difference between the way people live in Mumbai. Right behind the man you can see a tall building, where people wouldn’t care much about leakage through their roof (in most cases :D) and on the other side the people in such houses plan way ahead to get their houses protected from rain leaks. This does not mean they are poor, they just enjoy hugging their heritage everyday 🙂
A wait of months, A struggle of a year, and I was transformed. I teared the clouds, I swayed in the arms of air, I can see what lies beneath. I touched the cheeks of trees, Knocked the windowsill and kissed the ground. I am floating, to mix with the sea, the skies await, A mingled chain, wanderlust of Rain.
“The value of a piece is only discovered by the hands which bring it to a form, a form which is meaningful, beautiful or simply connected to lives “ This weekend I decided to take part in the near and far travel blog competition by Laterooms.I grabbed my phone camera and traveled all the way to South of Mumbai to discover what I had never seen before. However at the last moment I decided to write my post for the competition on the Gir Forest, because I just could not come up with the right words for the experience I had been through during my trip. Though few pictures were a disappointment (I could not capture them through the right angle) I could manage few clicks which tell a story of vintage Mumbai. My photo series by this title will carry the pictures I took during my day tour through South Mumbai, accompanied by interesting tales that I gathered from people i met.
“My mornings are unlike the night, calm yet ready for the bustle. I wake up to sun, land and water. I am torn the entire day, but i never sleep….i am the city of dreams” This picture is clicked early one morning while driving towards Malabar Hills in South of Mumbai. I have never seen such serene morning before, in the city. The water is calm, the sight vast and the sun inspiring energy.