Delhi’s most democratic bread. At night, people in Shahjahanabad eat heavy dishes such as kebabs and biryanis. In the morning, they have the equally heavy paya and nihari. Between waking up and breakfast, they also have sweet milky tea and fenn; the stacks on the bread counters...
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A la recherche du temps perdu. Today is the ninth meeting of The Delhi Proustians, a club for Delhiwallas that discusses French novelist Marcel Proust. Every Monday evening for an hour we read his masterpiece, In Search of Lost Time. It is 7.03 pm and The Delhi...
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One of the one percent in 13 million. Sitting on his patch of the pavement, he takes a sip of the chai, and again looks at the blur of people walking in front of him. The Delhi Walla met Rakesh Kumar Mishra, 34, a seller of second-hand...
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Searching for the stylish. The Delhi Walla saw this man one morning at Turkman Gate, one of the five surviving gateways built to protect the Mughal-era Shahjahanabad. He was in a white shirt, white pants, white topi, black waistcoat and black strapped sandals. His beard was white....
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Into the wild. Situated between Purana Qila and Mathura Road, National Zoological Park has 75 species of animals, birds and reptiles. The area is wooded. Squirrels hop across trees with slanting branches. Tired visitors lounge on the grass. Each tree is marked by a steel plate bearing...
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A la recherche du temps perdu. Today is the eighth meeting of The Delhi Proustians, a club for Delhiwallas that discusses French novelist Marcel Proust. Every Monday evening for an hour we read his masterpiece, In Search of Lost Time. It is 7.14 pm and The Delhi...
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Romance in the subway. This msg is for cutie pie who boarded Metro from Pitampura on 2 February around 8.30am & left at Sec 16 Noida station. She was wearing blu jeans & black levis tee. U were looking gorgeous. I am the guy standing near u....
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Delhi’s grand Friday mosque. In the beginning, the things I was to love so passionately in Shahjahanabad did not immediately strike me: the hill-side alleys, the butcheries, the Sufi shrines, the domesticated goats, the old wooden doors, the carved balustrades, the unknown tombs, the trees flourishing in...
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The philosophy of nonsense. Three heart-shaped outlines. The Delhi Walla saw these drawings in the Oberoi Hotel flyover. They are depicted on the pillars adjacent to Lodhi Road, which runs through the underside of the flyover. This is the third instance that I have come face-to-face with...
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A la recherche du temps perdu. Today is the seventh meeting of The Delhi Proustians, a club for Delhiwallas that discusses French novelist Marcel Proust. Every Monday evening for an hour we read his masterpiece, In Search of Lost Time. It is 7.02 pm and The Delhi...
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