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Delhi in summer is cruel. Delhi in summer is temperamental. And regal. And so elemental! That’s when you see what … Continue reading Summer content
Delhi in summer is cruel. Delhi in summer is temperamental. And regal. And so elemental! That’s when you see what … Continue reading Summer content
The summer in Delhi is the stuff of folklore… its fire-breathing loo winds, its oppressive afternoons when the tropical sun … Continue reading Delhi summer: In anticipation
It is strange – how I miss Delhi when I’m travelling. No, really! I miss the city in all its … Continue reading Prelude to an ode to Delhi
Today, all tomorrows start. Today, future takes its first step – on a road it cannot see very much of. … Continue reading Delhi freeze mob at Connaught Place: Women don’t talk
What else will you surmise? When you see street after Delhi street named after a freedom fighter, a famous historical … Continue reading Delhi: Walking on memories
Okay, so Delhi had a major power outage. Traffic signals all over the city hummed and hawed, and traffic spiraled … Continue reading Powerless Delhi
One of the nicest places in Delhi, a place I love to visit, is a little book place in the … Continue reading The Bookshop
It is the only place in South Delhi that makes me feel at home and out of place simultaneously. It … Continue reading Sarojini Nagar market: Van Gogh place
Delhi is the city of Lal Qila. It is also the city of jaydrivers. The guiding principle for ‘jay’-ing (whether … Continue reading The jaydrivers
Oh yes, globalization has come to Delhi – like the hot desert winds that cannot be kept out, it has … Continue reading Glocalized in Delhi
William Dalrymple calls Delhi the City of Djinns in his book of the same name. The book brings Delhi … Continue reading The Djinns
Among the first things I noticed about Delhi wallahs upon my arrival in the capital was their penchant for opulence … Continue reading Of color and off-color couches
To the socialist, the small-town simple soul, the uninitiated, naïve and the perfectly dumb, it’s a Delhi disturbance: preoccupation with … Continue reading Load shedding (of address)
I’m told it is an evening of Sufi poetry, rendered by a classical musician. I’m excited, but naturally. I dream … Continue reading Saturday evening
"संजोया हैं समय से चुराकर, कुछ पलों को पन्नो पर!"
Celebrating the Penang-inspired contemporary opera.
A Dialogue
& Metaphors
different times, different thoughts
Woh kare baat toh har lafz se khushboo aaye, Aisi boli wohi bole jise Urdu aaye. -Poet Ahmed Wasi-