You know Mumbai — that city where time runs faster than your last boss’s temper and space is measured in square inches.

Well, I went ahead and wrote a whole book about it. Not the postcard version with Marine Drive sunsets and Bollywood dreams, but the Mumbai you actually live — the one that smells like cutting chai, sounds like a Virar fast at 8:17 AM, and tastes like pav bhaji from the guy who swears it’s “special masala” but you know it’s just more butter.

Maximum City, Minimum Time is 15 short stories about love, loss, hustle, and hope in the maddest, baddest, fastest city in India.

📍 You’ll meet:

• The tabla maestro now driving an auto because rent doesn’t care about raga.

• The newlyweds in a one-room home discovering marriage is mostly about taking turns at the bathroom.

• The old actor giving the performance of his life to an audience of pigeons.

• And a dozen other Mumbaikars you’ll swear you’ve met somewhere between Churchgate and Andheri.

Why should you read it? Because you have either lived these stories, or you will. And because sometimes, in a city that doesn’t let you breathe, the best thing you can do is sit down, read, and laugh at the madness.

⚠️ Warning: Reading this on the train may cause you to miss your station. But hey — in Mumbai, there’s always another local.

📖 Maximum City, Minimum Time — now on Amazon. Get on board. The city’s calling.

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