One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] It looks like a cave, but completely of wood. The tiny store in Old Delhi’s Galli Choori Wallan street has its doorway flanked on either…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] The neighbourhood is very posh, very quiet. Only occasional bird sounds waft through the hushed air. The residences on either side of the lane project…
The sky above the park. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] A sea surface dotted with clouds—this is what the blue sky looks like these days. But this view can be experienced only in certain spaces of Delhi, open…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Some people, both living and dead, embody within themselves the spirit of a place. Late architect Joseph Stein’s presence is intensely palpable about the corridors…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] They say that time assuages. But poet Ameer Dehlvi continues to be in mourning. “I’m not able to find myself these days,” he says, as…
A hilltop memorial [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] You want to lose yourself? Okay, come here then. This is Delhi’s only known Bhool Bhullaiya, a knotty labyrinth where one may easily get lost, as its thick walls enclose…
Housing on the pave. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] They literally live in the shadow of the Jama Masjid. Right under the Mughal-era monument’s west-facing wall, towards which the attendees inside the mosque offer their prayers. This late…
Chai with a view. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] The sun is rising behind the distant Red Fort. Its grainy golden shine is falling softly on the centuries-old stone steps of Jama Masjid (gate no. 3). Oblivious to…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are. That’s the famous saying of Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin. The legendary French gourmand…
A Chekhovian world. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] 7 am. Tables are being put out, chairs are being unfolded. Along the corridor where the pedestrians walk. And also along the roadside. It is like a pavement cafe opening…
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