Who’s shit is it, anyway?

For the romantics, Mumbai Bombay, the city, is like a love child of the exquise beauté Paris and the endlessly fascinating Prague. The city has a charm which remains unmatched, beauty which is bewitching and an unassuming sensuousness about it. For writers, Mumbai Bombay plays out like a delicious script, unveiling its new pages every… Read More Who’s shit is it, anyway?