The 208th death. [Text and photos sent by Vandana Trivedi ] Vandana Trivedi is someone you all knew well. You will remember her as a woman symbolizing energy and inspiration. A confident woman, who could take on the world. An…
Family possessions. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] It is morning and he is home alone. “My wife has gone with our son to the public toilet… it will take her an hour to come back… she’ll also be…
The perfect ‘café’. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] You’ll be surprised to know that many people prefer coffee shops with noisy customers and deafening music so that they don’t have to be obliged into holding a demanding conversation…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] No question about it: Life changed drastically for Yogesh Kumar while crossing the road to buy a milk packet. He was struck straight on by…
A buttery treat. [Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi] Nankhatai is like Indian English – a foreign import slapped, beaten, fermented and baked by us Indians till it becomes total desi. An egg-less cookie, its origins are traced to…
The watering hole that was. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Iced beer and bridge tables, pukka sahibs and uniformed butlers. This is the mise-en-scène instantly evoked by the mere thought of colonial-era clubs that sprang up in every…
Her life in her words. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] [As told to The Delhi Walla by a woman who wishes to remain anonymous] You will perhaps never invite me to visit your family. For I am one…
The statue outside the station. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] One of the many fates that can befall a human is immortaliation — in the shape and form of a statue. Chances are nobody will glance twice at…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photo by Mayank Austen Soofi] The other day this beggar found himself walking along a footpath in Kashmere Gate thinking about lunch when a careless motor-cyclist suddenly smashed into him…
The essence of an anonymous grave. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Most of central Delhi used to be a jungle. It is said that dacoits roamed between Mehrauli in the south and Shahjahanabad (aka the old Delhi) in…
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