My friends, us growing up together, now growing together and finally perhaps being old together. You see we’re all “Bandra Born and Bred”, as a friend emblazoned on a t-shirt, and Bandra things are what we have in common. Bandra is…
- Waking up early during summer vacations to go check out boys on the Carter Road promenade.
- Waving to at least 5 people we knew as we walked down Turner road.
- Buying buttons, lace and fake flowers at Cheap Jack and whingeing about how ‘Costly Jack’ would have been an apt name.
- Fishing at Bandstand during low tide.
- Nursing bruises from when we tried to hurtle down Pali Hill on roller-skates.
- Mud covered boys after a game of monsoon football.
- Never being less than 4 to a rickshaw.
- Seeing and being seen at JATC when it had just opened.
- Hanging with the Joanna boys.
- Combining cycling with walking the dog.
- Climbing the Lands End fort to get a better view of the sea, gamely ignoring the smell of urine while pretending it was another historical era.
- Knowing our way through the maze beyond Chapel Road.
- Downing potent Gin and Tonics at the now fancy Bandra Gym bar.
- The school we attended with its sprawling campus and its resident flasher
Bandra was peaceful, now it’s buzzing. Bandra was love, but now it’s combined with disillusionment, a symptom of knowing someone for too long. But it’s too late, we’re inextricably linked.
– Deveshe Dutt
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