Wood Art
It’s 9 after sundown. Traffic has thinned comparatively; this otherwise busy Mahim lane seems to be at peace. Except for the rhythmic chipping in Imran’s roadside shop of hand carved wooden goods. The smell of varnish and raw wood is hypnotic. I’m drawn in. Imran lets me flip through their catalogue of mandirs, bookshelves, mirrors… Read More Wood Art
BITES AND PLACES 