In Nizamuddin Basti. [Text and picture by Mayank Austen Soofi] One night, around quarter past ten, The Delhi Walla sighted his most beloved Delhiite – author Arundhati Roy. She was walking in the medieval bylanes of Nizamuddin Basti. Dressed in salwar kurta, Ms Roy was carrying magic secrets in her eyes. She was speaking to no one. A tiny diamond gleamed in her left nostril. Her arms were folded and there was a bright red bag slung on her right shoulder. Although her curly hair were covered in a red dupatta, there was something restless and untamed about her. Her demeanour suggested the recklessness of a suicide bomber. Everyone around looked a bit wary of her. She was like the Osama bin Laden