One of Mumbai’s icons. Reassuring to see it still here, and as steady as ever.
A part of growing up in Bombay that, thankfully, still stands. The kind of place that
marked every small celebration and big emotion. Where we went on awkward first
dates, unsure of what to order but sure we wanted to impress. Where families came for
Sunday lunches — parents, grandparents, cousins all squeezed around a table, passing
plates and stories.
Where college treats stretched our pocket money just enough for one shared dish and a
Pallonji’s soda. Where we blew our first salaries on full meals, proud to pay the bill.
When the office was too tight-fisted to host a farewell, we pooled in for one here, sitting
late, laughing loud.
Where we waited in line without complaint, hungry for berry pulao, fried Bombay duck,
and that comforting predictability of the menu. Some things should never change.
Oil on canvas,
12 x 12 inches. Rs 12,000. Sold.