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,…
Early day’s revelations. [Text and photo by Lucio De Capitani] The main disadvantage of living in Lido, at the outer edge of the Venetian lagoon, is that, although you technically are in Venice, it takes about forty minutes to reach…
One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] There is a tree with brown leaves and a pair of anonymous graves in front of him. The young man is seated down on the…
A gift from Bihar. [Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi] Eclipsed by Mughlai and Punjabi cuisines, Delhi’s parallel world of Bihari food is invisible to all, except the millions of migrants from Bihar. Tracing it is like mapping a…
The 115th death. [By Surabhi Mehrotra] “Let’s go,” murmured Future. She held his hand and prepared to leave. “But you must stay,” cried Present, “why don’t you believe?” Away she went, on Future fixed her gaze Caught in love’s fever,…
A bookish excursion. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] She was in a white top and she looked very happy. One evening The Delhi Walla saw a beautiful curly-haired woman entering Faqir Chand & Sons bookstore on Khan Market’s…
An artist’s idea. [By Dayanita Singh] Dear The Delhi Walla, What I LOVE the the most about Photography is the various ways in which it can be disseminated. You do it so briliantly on the net. I make books and…
Mother’s festival. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] They were performing a sacred ceremony in the middle of the road. One early morning The Delhi Walla saw about half a dozen barefoot women at Behram Khan Tiraha, a three-way…
The party secrets. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] It was a countdown to the nuclear war. Two superstar Indian journalists ended up almost within an inch of annihilation. The Delhi Walla watched the spectacle with bated breath one…
Poetry in the city. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] His life is like an unmentionable dream. During the day, he makes coffee; at night, he makes poems. His necessary companions: Marlboro and Remington. And once a woman posed…
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