Honk, brake, move a few inches. Do you miss those long drives? Hawkins. Shout out to the sabjiwala from the third floor. Home delivery has always been our thing. Paranthe waali gali, Chole Bhature, Golgapppes. Rallies, strikes and demonstrations; when life comes to a standstill. Fill shopping bags at Esplanade. Bargaining purely for thrill. Long walks, stray dogs and bias. Chalta hai. Charyo thi w
yo aahin cha. Toomar naam ki? Loving the fumes at Marine Drive. Filing in Income Tax. STD. ISD. PCO. Papad. Daal Pakwan. Koki. Kadi. Sunday is a day when we wake up & shower late, eat brunch and sleep more. It is a holiday. Period. Puchkas. Rasogullas. Park Street. Narrow lanes. Seemati. Jayalakshmi. Alukkas. Bhima. Oberon. SRK and CP. Love them, hate them, can’t ignore them. Loud, louder, loudest Diwali parties. Imported. Rapes. Politics. Crickets. The crisp lungis. Aroma of fresh flowers in the hair. Coconut oil. Autorickshaw walleh bhaiya, dhobi bhaiya, driver bhaiya…
Puttu and Kadala. P**l Appam. Kappa and fish curry. Horn. Ok. Please. Happy hours. Desi theka. Drinking water, water filters.
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I live in Dubai & I dearly, insanely and annoyingly miss the colour, chaos and culture of home, India. May be I am your neighbour, maybe not. In any case you would not know for who has the time to ring a door bell and say hello to a neighbour when there is Facebook. So till we meet let’s get to know each other & many others through The Indian Trumpet! Let’s talk all things Indiayeah!! Let’s blow the trumpet and make some noise about all things Indian here.