Bijoy Venugopal

In this city I am but a mote — a particle tossed about by whiffs of kindness. In this city money can buy compassion — but not the other way round. And money, if you can work for it, is yours. And you must share it with the undeserving, the parasites that cling to the underbelly . . . → Read More: I beg thee, consider this

One year and one week in Mumbai

It’s good to love you and . . . → Read More: One year and one week in Mumbai