Jil Wheeler is entering her third year in Mumbai and her seventh year living abroad in Europe, Asia, and the Middle East. She does not own a monkey, yet, but if she did she would call him Asher. She is known across the Indian subcontinent for her ardor for mutton biryani.
Mumbai could be thought of as New York, LA, and Lagos all wrapped into one. But a string of rapes changes all that.
Having only known American buffets of naan and samosas, Our correspondent’s final dispatch from Mumbai pays tribute to pani puri, a Szechuan Cheese dosa, and the peppered popsicle.
Living in a region where you dress differently from everyone else, you begin to notice the little things. Our woman in Mumbai undergoes an education in Indian fashion.
Language in Mumbai can be tricky for newcomers, especially foreigners trying to hail taxis.
Middle-class life in India requires two wheels. Our local correspondent adapts to rage on the road and learns about purchasing underwear while commuting.
Two months since the Mumbai attacks, the city is numb and rumors breed wildly. Our reporter in India’s financial capital reports on house parties, police lines, and the threatened market for roti rolls.
In Bollywood, Amitabh Bachchan is a big deal. When his tummy has troubles, so do Indian cinema and all of its star-crazed fans.
Among India’s treasures, the Mumbai Mirror’s Sexpert column stands apart, advising modern Indians on the confusing sexual issues of our time, like why the foot lacks the vagina’s power.