I write in restaurants, I write in cafes, I write by the water, I write listening to Rock. I can’t write in silence. I need noise. I need buzz. I need talk. I need chatter. I need Cappuccinos. I need lentil soup. I need boiled eggs.

Bombay’s my muse, and its eateries inspire me — I seek to write in a colloquial dialect — Bombayspeak. And no place like an eatery to get the required raw material — teenagers chattering, work colleagues gossiping, families celebrating, lovers squabbling. We are not a quiet people, private conversations are public domain.