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Ghar-ki-Lachmi dials into a Fijian taxi

They say travel broadens the mind. But if you ask me, nothing does it quite like a long, unexpected, heart-warming chat with a cabbie. Last week, I was in Fiji, catching a cab from Nausori Airport to Suva –a 40-minute ride– and little did I know I’d end up on a...

*When I chose not to speak Marathi*

While Mumbai argues over who’s “Marathi enough,” I had a front-row seat to my own little language drama, cruising somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. Just after boarding at a Pacific Island airport, I spotted a couple walking past my aisle seat speaking in Marathi. A...