A decade ago when I was a newbie this city,
Bandra seemed like the perfect nook.
The sea, the pub, the art, the food…it was
all here.
And most importantly there was the
subculture. There was space for the ones who lived here and the ones who came
to live here. And back then subculture was not the new mainstream thankfully
But when I lived in Bandra I did get caught
up in the regular stuff and didn’t go running in the morning to the sea, or
stop by the favourite pub at the corner. I did not walk about the random lanes
to find more street art.
So last year midst some random things I
wanted to do, before I moved to another part of the city… I decided to go for a
walk with @Alisha and get to know about Bandra.
The history, the story and the fading away
of tradition into the abyss of urbanization.
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| The beauty in the swamp in some by-lane |
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| The new and the age old way basking in the morning sun |
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| Creepers and old walls have history together |
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| Oh you erotic memories and morning light |
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| The old world charm of @TajMahal Tea House |
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| Let's play a game, let's check your eternal love for me,mate! |
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| Dystopian Wall |
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| Lost on a side trail, this has history embedded |
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| Yes that long ago, during the attack of the plague |
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| Bandra that was Ranwar |
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| Paint of this time, filigrees of that time |
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| Homes and history |
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| Walls tell stories |
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| Light and Shadow and greens |
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| That window on that road |
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