The Good Ol’

Bay
KolirT - thats my name the other way
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The good bay - Bombay

The old harbour ,harbouring every mortal in search of mor-

sel of food.

A melting pot of cultures all thriving in the same hood.

What started was
Back to the era of raj, to begin my day with a bun maska
a journey back in and pani kum chai
time . What's better to start our day at an Irani cafe. A tribute to
a tryst with an ode those philanthropist Parsi Bhais.
and food of the Thats how life is to be lived, with an ounce of pudding ,
yore . Fikar not about the world , don the drape & enlighten them
The Mermaid in with the Bling.
search for the pearl-
pet and those
A step back along the aisles of fort
kindred who
To saunter amidst the bustling lanes of business or those li-
around her curl braries which ancient wisdom hold

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 @the Real Kala Ghoda
I smiled back , grinning
sheepishly.
Then realized my folly ,
then realizing
She could not do the same ,
for she was the wolf
@the Ravishing Raven
Hopping across the rail,
inching close to the flock
both suspicious of the trail
both raising the eyebrows.
For Sinister is the thought ,
Ask what do you call a
group of Crows ?
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Maybe if I am parched. I'll accept the Bottomless glass
filled with sugarcane juice, dashed with ginger and mint
soothingly cold.
To the patrons of art who like me always infer
The value of art inside the jehangir and just outside by a mil-
lion differ
But yet what's a piece of art without a bit of gluttony
The mutton Kheema and raspberry juice at cafe samovar
lures the many
Sadly they say. They gonna close it off to place a few more
pieces of art
How I wonder would we survive art without a food for
thought ?
To the baked bread white and shining like an Arabian moti
The age old baghdadi and it's famous khufus roti
To those green folks looking for a great Indian thali
The Thakker bhojnayala of kalbadevi
The place for best Gujarati thali
This ain't done we the nocturnal breed
The city throbbing back to life with the sinking sun. Rejuve-
nated that's our motto and our creed
Two roads From the cornflakes laced vada pavs to buttery pav bha-
Two roads diverged into the
ji,the aromatic
hood,
I took the road often
Bhurji to chowpatty bhel
travelled by
And grudgingly ,along with The cross fusions and delicacies would even make Darwin
the crowd was taken
wail
- Salaam Mumbai
The finesse of sitaphal cream at haji Ali, the elixir of taste
and of renowned fame

Partake it once and you won't ever ravana blame.

That's our beauty of amalgamation

The spirit of Bombay

We accept every religion and ideology through its food , to

the world we show the way

Those blinking city lights beneath which a cup of tea

awaits

The city of life and food , none shall be hungry once thy en-
ter the bay through its gates !