A day of remembering and celebrating lives.
My college haunt, Samovar Cafe, at Jehangir art gallery, in Mumbai, closes it’s doors today.
A cafe that fed hungry artists, students, celebrities and Laxman’s common man.
I’ve spent a few afternoons there, with my post grad friends, splitting a beer four ways because we were on a tight budget.
I was always the court jester in every class. So at Samovar, I was dared to put chilly sauce in my bottle of beer and drink it with a straw. I did. 
Monisha Sen was my witness.
Poonam Chawla, & I, would go there for chats and chaat and the paneer roll.
Back to the present, and I spent the day crisscrossing the city, on work.
Then this evening, I attended a prayer meeting to celebrate the life of a lady I had never met. But her grand daughter, and my good friend, has most certainly inherited the free spirit, will and the gumption to break away from “takiyanusi” stereotypes that she said her Nani always urged them to shed.
RIP Puri Nani.
Saree #27/100, of the ‪#‎100sareepact‬‬ , toned down for the serious events of the day, a smooth, slip through a ring silk, in tie and dye. Kept me clutter free to go about a long, busy day.