From Dosa To Poha : Life At IIM Indore Mumbai
I converted last minute. I can’t remember half the thoughts I had at the time. I’d grabbed my papers and bid farewell to Kochi on a rainy evening. They’d told me that Mumbai was hot and happening – a melting pot of cultures – a city deliciously wrapped in dreams. It barely mattered to me. To someone whose long-term goal is to run a farm in Iceland, whatever Mumbai had to offer – at least in the context of fun – was inconsequential.







