One of things that I miss in India is calling cities by the names christened by the British. I love cities being called as Bombay, Calcutta and Madras. It can be argued that a name does not change anything. Ahem! Name changes everything. Bombay to me died the day it became Mumbai. Bombay was much… Continue reading What’s in the name?
So I was walking down the street with couple of my friends and we were all new to the city. We called one of our common friends and he suggested we should go to ‘Toit’ which is a micro-Brewery in this city. My friend said, “We haven’t been to any micro-brewery. After one we will… Continue reading Beer Night
While Tinni was walking back from the river and wondering if she was really a hypocrite, she came across the bridge filled with love locks. Names of couples written on the locks were hanging on the bridge. ‘Oh my!’ she thought. ‘I bet half them will end up in a break-up. But this will make… Continue reading Dear Seine(Part 2),
It was one sunny evening when Tinni decided to do nothing in Paris. She had no one there. She had no friends. She went to Paris only because it was her dream to be there one day. Yet, she still had no idea why she wanted to go there. When Tinni saw you, she was not too fascinated by… Continue reading Dear Seine River, (Part I)