Khar Pali Road (12)

Before 10 a.m., and already cold. But this morning it's leftovers or nothing. We're on our way to Prithvi for the Kala Ghoda Festival special performance of Dark Horse. It's about Arun Kolatkar who, as Bombay's unofficial poet laureate, was naturally obsessed with street food. I'll post an idli-vendor poem when I get my hands on one.

What does it say about the state of theater when the ticket not only costs less than balcony seats at Gaiety, but costs less even than the rickshaw ride there? I think it says: see more plays.