Every cab in Bombay has a personality. The cabs are more unique than individuals. (Sorry Kundera). Sometimes late at night, you call for a cab and what looks like a strobe light hangs from the roof. My personal favourites were cabs with purple lights fitted inside. Spooky, but really put you in the Bombay mood. Especially if you were with friends. The loud ones.
While the afternoon drowned into the evening, SD and I caught a cab to Churchgate. This one had almost-bright blue seatcovers, a bead like thing hanging right behind the driver’s seat. But best of all, a huge mirror on the roof. So we looked upward and made faces for a while. This photograph was taken camera facing upward, giggling and in a cab that shook like crazy over the smoothest of roads. SD was trying to touch the mirror, and the light bounced off her hand. A Bombay Blue moment. (No, not the restaurant.)