2002, Borivali Station Endings are overrated. There’s only one true, certain end—everything else a load of bullshit, or how you call it, bakwaas. Beginnings, though. Beginnings are everywhere. It all began with that midnight-colored saree, thick with dark-blue sequins, its endless sea of shimmering dots stitched by hands that must have cracked and bled over… Continue reading The Murky World of Mumbai’s Dance Bars – An Excerpt From The Blue Bar by Damyanti Biswas
The Murky World of Mumbai’s Dance Bars – An Excerpt From The Blue Bar by Damyanti Biswas
