Good Cop / Bad Cop
Walking down 7 floors of stairs in the early hours of the morning when the moon still holds dominion is not an easy task. Definitely not an easy one when you are hungry, But when your stomach does the grumbling, you just have to yield. In this city of Bombay ( yea it was and will always be "Bombay" to me ) after midnight if your hungry and you don't want to travel all the way to someplace in town for seekh kababs (however wonderful that thought may seem) the nearest place you can get your stomach filled is with idli sambhar on a cycle. So it was there that I headed off to, where the guy had parked his cycle and was offering people food, coffee and small doses of cancer ( he seemed to be selling a lot more of cancer than the other things he had to offer ). Suddenly the familiar noise of that engine that makes us all alert and wonder if we are doing anything wrong hits my ears, the sound of that engine comes closer and the idli vendor leaves all of good cust...