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The apps and services that have made a difference in our lives in Mumbai

Didn't go out for breakfast this morning and just wanted to call in for a coffee. So called for a Starbucks cappuccino using the Swiggy app as we often do these days. Delivered in less than 20 min. Hot and frothy. Used Swiggy to order from Sweet Bengal a few days back for a party at home. Quick and headache free. Same when we called from Imbiss and Hangla when friends dropped in.For Candies and Khane Khas, I still use the phone to call the restaurant though they have tied up with delivery apps too

Made me think about other apps which have changed our lives for late.

Ola and Uber, despite our occasional rants, for sure. Don't need to keep a driver anymore. Rarely take out the car now. Can nap when in traffic than gnash my teeth at the wheel.

Also MyDidi these days for temp house help though we use the phone more often than their site but a great service for sure.

We don't use grocery or veggie apps that much yet as we get things easily from the local markets on phone too (In Bandra - Lalu's for veggies, Jude and Meghna for meats). For fish and prawns, Cambay has helped when I can't go to Khar market. Was really impressed by quality and price of the prawns we ordered recently.

Which are the apps/ services that have made a big difference to your life. PS Thinking aloud, not research or anything. Flight booking apps/ sites have been around for a while and don't count

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