Coming home to Dilli. [Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi] The last week of the last year was memorable. Along with Arundhati Roy's twins, I travelled to Ajmer, Jaipur, Fatehpur Sikri, and Agra. The medieval alleys of Ajmer, saturated with Jerusalem-isque spiritualism, overwhelmed my senses. The meetha paan in Jaipur’s Jauhri Bazaar brought me easy laughter. The Hindu-Muslim-Christian influences in the ruins of Fatehpur Sikri made me sentimental. The obscene beauty of Taj Mahal blinded my eyes. I did other, unmentionable, things too. Like the namaz number in Ajmer dargah and evening aarti in Mathura’s Krishna temple. It all was heady and too much. Sometimes I had tears in my eyes. The familiar world too disappeared. No internet, no blogging, no writing, no