Day 9: The case of the shoe smart
Poor guy. Someone took his shoes. Standing outside a mosque once prayers are over, one can witness a breadth of expressions – the old chacha with the bent back and the tasbeeh (prayer beads), the…
Poor guy. Someone took his shoes. Standing outside a mosque once prayers are over, one can witness a breadth of expressions – the old chacha with the bent back and the tasbeeh (prayer beads), the…
There used to be a time, when for certain reasons, I used to take the route between Hauz Khas and South Extension quite often. Since that was a time when the South Delhi leg of…
Well yes. Not exactly, but yes, in a way I was thrown out of a mosque today. If you’re wondering why you don’t see any pictures on this post, that was in fact the reason…
Another evening, another exit from a mosque. And another pat on the shoulder. Rather an arm around the shoulder. I was too busy looking at the image preview on my camera, so I didn’t pay…
Anybody moving around South Delhi would at some point cross that flyover plus major junction known as Chirag Dilli, situated on one of the arterial roads which cut across Delhi. The name always gave out…
I almost missed out on being in time for Iftar today. Yes, I almost did. And I don’t have anything else to blame but my ever confused mind, which just keeps on throwing up multiple…
Someone calling out my name, a tap on the shoulder. I turn around and see that it’s Farrukh Bhai, complete with wife and kid. Now I haven’t seen Farrukh Bhai in ages – last I…
After yesterday (and the splitting headache which accompanied the wait till Suhoor), I had made up my mind that I’m definitely not going to adhere to the philosophy of eating light at Iftar. Plus in…
There is something about calling up Amma and Abba right after Maghreb prayers have been offered. Maghreb has always been that one prayer of the day which signifies that a long day spent in working…