Tasneem has lived her life in Bombay and is now bringing up her daughter Zoe in the city. This is their narrative.	I married into a community of Zoroastrians in India called Parsis. They fill my life with colourful personalities and quirks.	"Kala-Peela Padminis" The old taxis that the city is phasing out. Old buildings growing decades of mildew waiting to be clad in glass and steel.	Roshan is in her 90s. She lives by herself in Calcutta. Like a character from the Beatles song "All the Lonely People".
Farah is my wise older sister. Beautiful both inside and out. This is my woven tribute to her.	This man came up to my car window in Ooty and asked me for "Two Rubbas". He got two Rupees and I got this photo.	I went with my mother Mobina to her ancestral house in a place called Rander, across the Tapi river from Surat. This is her remembering how it all used to be.	I took this shot of myself in the beautiful studio theatre at Aadishakti in Auroville near Pondicherry. Theatres are definitely some of my favorite places to be.
If you believe in Bombay then it has to be VT (Victoria Terminus). If you want Mumbai then it must be CST (Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus). An old rose by a new name.	Many of the houses in my mother's ancestral village Rander still look like this.	There is a temple on a hill that my husband and I walk to. This Guruda guards the gods outside the main temple.	Between the bric-a-brac down at Chor Bazaar in Bombay you find bits of Bombay's Maritime past, lying on shelves with stories to tell.
As the monsoon flags the sunsets from my window become unbearably beautiful. Like a Turner painting in motion in the sky.	In the grounds around the Alhambra in Granada fountains frolic with light.	Hot days make for great light at twilight.	Taken at the Alhambra in Granada.