A fragile landmark. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Gone is the atmospheric Afghan eatery nearby with photographs of Kabul and Kandahar on the walls. Gone is the mile-long Sunday Book Bazaar that ended at this point. And long gone is the notable cast iron pedestrian bridge. But the pavement barber who’s been sitting here at Netalji Shubhash Road daily since 1966 still holds forth with his band of faithful customers. “Oh yes, the bridge! The Lohe Walla Pul was being built when I first came to the city,” recalls Baldev Raj, 60. This early morning, he’s just arrived from his home in faraway Bawana, then bathed at an adjacent temple. And now is setting up his stall for the day. It consists