As I sit here writing this, I look around the room and am amazed at all the events that conspired to bring me to this point.
My wife and I have a two bedroom flat in Bandra, a green(er) suburb in the chaotic, nightmarishly surreal dreamscape of Mumbai, a city lost in the throes of vibrant decay…outside the window, passing underneath are rickshaw wallas, fruit sellers, vegetable hawkers, newspaper wallas and strange brightly dressed dudes that whip themselves.