At One Floor Down in Bengaluru, try wild dares and naughty cocktails
“Good evening, miss! May I have your phone?” says a burly man at the door. We have just been released from the coils of Marathahalli traffic, edging through the bustle of evening commuters into the sudden, conspiratorial hush of a dimly lit reception. He confiscates my phone, tapes the camera shut and hands it back … Read more