An illustration for IQ magazine, on a story by Bijal Vachharajani called Minimum City.
Excerpt:
‘My mother’s warning flashed through my mind- ” Arrey, dhyan thi, chattri kagdo thai jase.” (Careful, the umbrella become a crow-a term used by Gujaratis when umbrellas turn inside out in the wind.)’
‘Unlike Bangalore, where everything grinds to a halt with the hint of a drizzle, Mumbai revels in the rain.’
