Few pockets remain in Mumbai which preserve the native customs of the city before it became the urban behemoth that it is today. Worli Koliwada, populated by the Kolis, the original indigenous inhabitants of our city, is one such isolated pocket. Rich in age-old customs and traditions that are still preserved and nurtured by the Kolis, the Walk With Me project gives visitors an insight into the life of the Worli Koliwada gaothan.

The walk will also include a musical performance of traditional Koli songs by the well-known Koli folk singer Chintamani Shivdikar, accompanied by the beats of the Ghumat which is a traditional Koli pot drum.

Join us for a guided heritage walk to discover the life and legacy of the Kolis.

Our Guide

Priti Shivdikar is a native of Worli Koliwada who was born, bred, and married in this indigenous settlement. She has witnessed the transformation of Worli Koliwada over the past four decades and has her own unique perspective on the life flow in Koliwada, which despite modernizing with the times and the outside world, has still retained the core essence of the native customs and traditions.

About the Walk :

The walk will commence from the temple of Golfadevi, who is considered the presiding deity of Worli Koliwada, where Priti will introduce us to Koliwada:its history, uniqueness, and the central importance of the Golfadevi shrine in the local life.

The walk will proceed with the following itinerary :

1. Golfadevi Temple
2. Dargah
3. Tip Jetty
4. Vetal Temple
5. Worli Fort
6. Paap Mochan Shiv Temple
7. Lane name etymology
8. Chededev Temple

About :

Week 02 | Resident Curator T.M.Krishna

The often-used phrase ‘Art transcends Boundaries’ has become an axiom. However, the truth is that it is not art but the artist who enables a limitless embrace. The contours of an artistic creation are in the artist’s hands. The agency of art is truly that of the artist. Only when the artist intends it does art become a powerful transformative body that questions, teases, and brings down societal barricades.

– T.M. Krishna