In 2018, I wrote a blog post on some unforgettable men from the neighbourhood I grew up in. Our place was called Cheeta Camp (meaning the spot where funeral pyres are burnt) and it fell on the Sion-Trombay that basically ended by the ESEL Studio—where court scenes for Bollywood films were shot—at the fish-breezed jetty. However, my family moved to our little slummy house in 1990, with my brother and I growing up not knowing that there is a world that exists beyond the closeted town of ours.
Loved this one!
I have been following you for a couple years now. This is my favourite of all your posts. ❤️
What a thread! Gold!
Enjoyed it fully,so admiring.amuse us with more ,for it is so joyful To see the beauty in words 😊
Beautiful.
Often, it is ordinary women who teach us lessons which remain with us life.