Day 16: Water water everywhere…
Photo kheench lo jitni chahiye sir. Lekin please yahan par namaz nahi padhiye. That was the sudden change in tone from friendly to pleading, as the security guard saw me bring out my prayer rug…
Day 14: In-dependent Ol’ Delhi
Independence Day it was. And the trip was to the quarters of the Old Walled City which falls under the shadow of that marvel in red sandstone where Prime Ministers stand atop a pedestal and…
Day 12: Tailing the Dead
The company of the dead tends to give out a lot of lessons.You just need to spend some time in their company, and the lessons start coming to you on their own. Such was the…
Day 11: Who’s up for playing high stakes?
Fridays. That day of the week which everyone starts looking forward to even before it is over, and keeps looking forward to the till next Friday hits them, and before they know, it’s gone too.…
Day 10: Wide open windows aren’t always good for the nose
Lanes of South Delhi. And so many of them acting as windows to the grandeur they contained within themselves at different points in time. Window. Khirki. A quaint village tucked within South Delhi, Khirki has…
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…
Day 8: The matter of a grainful of matter
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…
Day 7: I left a mosque
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…
Day 6: Of Food, Cannons, Red Sandstone and Mars
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…