Gone are the days when our mothers and aunts sported the famous red ‘Bindi’ on their foreheads to proclaim their married status.
As a student of journalism, I had got an opportunity to visit the High Court in Mumbai. I had assumed law courts were only frequented by criminals and lawyers. Fortunately, me being neither,
I am aware that even for my generation, I could just be an anomaly, a late comer to a revolution that had everything going for it but a name and someone to label it thus.
The bright red colour of Misal Pav was so vivid, that for a moment I mistook it to be a rendition of artificial food colour. But having lived here, I knew it was the handiwork of the infamous Mirchi.
As I sit down to pen about the most talked about city of the world, it’s completely a different feeling for me. Mumbai just makes me nostalgic. Although India is a country of mixed cultures, Mumbai is the ultimate blend of India itself.
Nestled deep in the belly of surrounding valleys, Mahabaleshwar is undoubtedly the most green, chilling and mysterious places to visit during the monsoon.