I always liked Bombay from the start.  It is an immensely beautiful city.  It has everything.  For example when I wanted certain Jazz notation books and broke my head everywhere else in the country to find used books, including Bangalore, a dusty old store called Furtado's in Metro, Bombay sold me the three-book volume for almost the price of a ( Read more... )

Rain, late this evening, reminded me of one of my favourite pastimes, walking in the rain.

One rainy evening, I gestured a courteous salaam to Fahim bhai as I crossed his mutton shop at Shivaji Market.  I bought some fish instead.  Later, however, when I went for a chat with him, he immediately started looking for the portion of tenderloin that he ( Read more... )