City Life – Home Sweet Home, Lodhi Road
Inside the walls.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
One cold evening The Delhi Walla entered the home of a person who appeared to be living alone in this city.
The house looked to Lodhi Road. It had no walls.
The person was sleeping on a mattress spread under the shade of a tree. The mattress could have been originally white. Owing to its exposure to the elements for what seemed like a long time, it had discolored to a muddy-brown tint. It was also torn in places. The stuffed cotton was visible.
Two blankets – grey and brown – wrapped the person tightly from feet to head. A large piece of stone was placed on one side of the grey blanket. Perhaps the person wanted to make sure that the cold air did not invade the warmth inside.
An empty mineral water bottle and a used bowl were placed within an arm’s reach.
As the traffic continued on the road, the person remained lifeless.
Nearby, the advertisement banner of a real estate company proclaimed:
Plots. Villas. Floors.
The dream house of a Delhiwalla