do you guys also sit around and casually crave pasta sometimes? like this intense urge to have some ravioli? fettuccine carbonara? that gigi hadid’s vodka pasta? some tortellini? maybe some creamy gnocchi? baked macaroni? no? just me? ok then
There is absolutely nothing romantic and beautiful about the rains for the working class. 2 hours from Bandra to Parel, waterlogged streets, leaking buses, wet seats, jammed windows, no cabs, packed trains, missing footpaths, open drains, a broken city at best.