Michelle Sindha Thomas
THE FUTURE | MUMBAI 2030
For some reason, I imagine I’m telling you this story in Mumbai. We are on Juhu Beach, under a huge blue umbrella. My feet are in the sun and I’m lying on my back. You are on your tum-tum and only half listening. I’ve finally found someone good to love and he is out with your husband on a snack run that has turned into a full coastline hunt for authentic pani puri. I don’t know why we are in Mumbai but I think we have arranged to meet and actually spend time together. We have made no specific plans (so often the source of our fights); we are at that point where we’ve seen it all, done it all, all our fears have manifested and still we’ve survived. You yawn, turn on your elbow and say, as when you were seven years old: “Tell me a rusty red tricycle story.”