One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] He looks a bit like Derek Walcott. He has the same white hair, the same moustache, the same face cut as the Nobel-Prize winning Caribbean poet who died in March. But this man is holding a shovel instead of a pen. The Delhi Walla meets him one afternoon in South Delhi’s Munirka. He is digging the pavement for underground cables to be installed. Meer Chand’s blue check shirt and grey lungi are covered in brown mud. He is barefoot; his chappals are placed under a tree. His lunch bag is on top of a mound of earth. “I’m 60 or 62... I’m not sure,” he tells me, when