Marcel’s host. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] This is the same bed on which Marcel Proust slept and the same window through which he would watch the sea outside. It is a cold and quiet day. The Delhi…
A whole world. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] His house is devoted to Marcel Proust, his most beloved writer. One evening The Delhi Walla enters the home of author Patrice Louis in Combray. This French town is of…
Poetry in the world. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] She is like a myth in her neighbourhood–it is rare she steps out of her homestead. On a recent evening, however, poet Emiliy Dickinson is spotted wandering aimlessly out…
The poetry of money. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Money is a kind of poetry, said a corporate lawyer who was also a great American poet. Nowhere is Wallace Stevens’ maxim more evident than in the work of…
The zesty health punch. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Shocking. It is not deep-fried and yet it is a popular and cheap street food of Delhi. What’s the appeal? Served in a leaf bowl, daal chaat is sprouted…
Floating visions from The Delhi Walla’s online archives. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] ‘Somewhere in Delhi’ is a collaborative work between The Delhi Walla, and Anna Gerotto, a designer in Venice (see photo 5a below). Since 2007, I…
The great chef’s life in Delhi. [Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi] I love to cook with wine—says a placard hanging on her drawing room wall. One night The Delhi Walla enters the second-floor apartment of Rosalyn D’Mello, the…
The visible city. [By Mayank Austen Soofi] Delhi is a voyeur’s paradise and The Delhi Walla also makes pictures. I take photos of people, streets, flowers, eateries, drawing rooms, tombs, landscapes, buses, colleges, Sufi shrines, trees, animals, autos, libraries, birds,…
End of a world. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] It began like just another winter morning. Urdu poet Rauf Raza woke up at six, performed his ablution, and offered the fajra prayer–at home though usually he would always…
From the heart of the conflict zone. [Text by Sanchita Guha; photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Note: This piece is by Sanchita Guha, a Delhi writer dreaded by all those uncivilised men in this city who either dare to piss…
Recent Comments