Fort night
The fort is my regular hangout. I walk down the seashore promenades, threading through familial hordes out for an evening walk, the sidewalk pulsating like a seaside Tel Aviv. I pass crowds of young men, always men, waiting for Salman Khan to make a seigneurial appearance and strip off his shirt.
I walk in sweeping my cel phone from side to side so as not to twist my ankle on Portuguese rubble. In the moonlight I can make out arches and palm trees. The dim shapes of courting couples fill every niche in the ruins — teens, married couples, women in full burkhas sitting shyly with husbands and lovers. The waves break at different angles on this spit of land and merge into bone-white froth. A man in a Nehru cap discreetly sells peanuts in darkness.
on Monday, October 30th, 2006, 12:20 am in Bombay, Musings, Photos › 
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So knew you did this ;)
Love the Fort myself… used to go there daily once upon a time in a faraway world. Of course I went in the wee hours of the morn while there was enough light to not invite trouble & while Sallu was still sleeping after his night’s misadventures!
Ah the famous ‘Make-Out’ spot.
shrouded in mystery, hiding in the darkness, manish is found ripping a few off a swarovski diamond-encrusted 18″ ROOR bong.
Mm-MM! those hidden details be lovely yo.
where’s my nugget?
Why you gotta blow up my spot, bro?
My mum used to live in this Forte in the 50’s when she was a little girl. Her Father worked for the Government. Can you tell me more about it, when was it Ruined? and how much of it remains - I am very interested to know.
My mum used to live in this Forte in the 50’s…
It was probably a different fort as the Brits tore down most of this one long ago: