The 162nd death. [Text by Samrta Marks, photos by Samarth Marks] It amazed me how passionately and aggressively she believed in, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. And perhaps…
A perfect city secret. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Everybody wants publicity. The Delhi Walla is wrong. The other day I discovered a place you won’t find on Google — until now. Stamps Corner, a little shop, number…
The 161st death. [Text by Pragya Priyadarshini, photos by Harshita Rane] I would have loved to tell you that Pragya Priyadarshini died dancing–in her only ten minutes of happiness each day (she kept them aside like gulab jamus in a…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] A 60-year-old, slim beautiful woman with her own apartment in a posh Central Delhi locality is looking for a bookish romantic handsome man to marry….
The winter sweet. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] This delicious and supremely rich halwa from deep inside the bylanes of Old Delhi actually looks dark brown to The Delhi Walla‘s uncertain eyes but that doesn’t matter — it…
The 160th death. [Text and photos by Mayank Pahuja] It was the evening before his birthday when Mayank Pahuja returned home with his bag full of new and used books–he lived with his stray pets and cabinets full of books….
Inside the walls. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] At around 12,000 rupees every month, Kamal makes a living collecting scrap. There’s only one problem. Despite these earnings, Kamal is homeless. On this Sunday morning he awakens to plentiful…
The 159th death. [Text Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal; photos by Katie, Natalie Piper, Yadwinder Dhaliwal, Vrinda Garg] Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal, aged 50, a poet, writer, visual art admirer who wrote poemy stories about displacement—displaced borders, displaced aggression, displaced grief, displaced ovaries,…
The mystery of the second grave. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Our city has seen invasions, civil wars, slaughter, riots and murders of kings, princes and ministers. Delhi neighbourhoods are littered with souvenirs of that past. Frustratingly, many…
Poetry in the city. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Her young son is named after the poet Kabir, and her daughter is christened April. Not because TS Eliot famously called that month the cruellest but because her naughty…
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