If you’ve ever wondered what it’d be like to experience Bombay, not as a visitor, but as someone living, loving, and struggling amidst the madness, then “The Only City ” is definitely the book to read. It introduces you not to one ‘Bombay’, but many.
By means of one-hundred-and-eightty short stories, it allows you to put yourself in their shoes, which may be the ones you may cross daily but never truly notice: a young escaped kid, a screenwriter with a dance bar, a nurse miles away from home, and a man searching ardently for love in a local train.
What lingers with you, though, is not the stories alone, but the people. These are no heroes and no symbols, but human beings who possess the dreams and the loneliness, the small dreams and the pieces of a city, which both embraces and suffocates them. While some are soft, no more than a love letter to the monsoons in Bombay, some are hard and very real, with no bit left unturned about the darkness and the light in the very same spaces. But in both, Bombay is no mere background it’s a breathing entity, pulsating, cruel, and kind at the very same time.
Reading this book is like moving from one neighborhood to another. You go from Grant Road to Dadar to Andheri to Bandra. Not on the map, but on the emotions. The writing is clear, vivid, and human. Not heavy words, but simple, honest, and pulling you into the narrative, refusing to let go even after the last page is turned.
If you are a fan of the soulful city, or if you think the greatest tales are always contained within the ordinary lives, this is an exquisite friend. This is no way the story of Bombay it is the voices of Bombay, and there is not one here I would not have loved to have heard. A truly magical book for the lovestruck and the curious.