Letters from Bharat: Mumbia

  In Mumbia one is immediately struck by the contrasts. Either that or the chaotic traffic, with the constant  honking of horns and a sense that lanes don't exist as rickshaws, buses, cabs and private cars push into any available space. Or the strange, powerful smells—incense burning at shrines on the sidewalk, smog always on high… Continue reading Letters from Bharat: Mumbia