Each year, the spring equinox – when day and night are equal length – marks a transition in earth’s relationship with the sun.

Personally I have always loved piecing together music. Segue-ing tracks or styles together, or juxtaposing different sounds to create something that feels exciting, or surprising. I started doing it in my early teens.

Our research for Dishoom Carnaby took us down many unexpected avenues. We started to investigate the world of rock’n’roll Bombay in the ’60s and made lots of new friends.

On the window of Dishoom King’s Cross, we painted the iconic and resounding words of the great Rabindranath Tagore

An old Irani gentleman and his granddaughter sit in the shade of his café, underneath the least erratic fan. The little girl turns to her grandfather with a quizzical look on her face, and asks him a question

As a young girl with Indian roots, growing up in nineties Britain wasn’t actually too bad.

Bombay. This magnificent yet (at times) mad “maximum city” is heaving with people of all backgrounds, races and religions.

Locations made familiar in Bollywood films, Victoria carriages, a melting pot of communities… and for the days I felt homesick I had Wembley, Southall and Brick Lane.

‘What if an old Bombay Café were to take a gentle stroll down to Chowpatty Beach in about 1965 and drop a mild acid tab?’

On the Southbank (May 13th – Oct 4th 2011)

A literary destination for Indians and tourists

Every Bombayite knows Bademiya

A lot has happened between these walls