knock knock… knocked down

rue du nabokov

In a used bookstore in Delhi, I leafed through a guide book on Croatia, and all this travel souvenirs fell out… and I felt I travelled!

Citizen Nizam doesn’t think much of himself. “What is special about me?”—he asks on being photographed. Well, good sir, you happen to be among the last flag-bearers of an almost vanished summertime tradition—the GAME WALI KULFI!…. my detailed dispatch!
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Veggie Seller’s Khwabgah, his refuge of fleeting rest… The Delhi Walla Archives, Daryaganj, 2017

that sooper-dooper-rare day when Delhi’s bestest bakery lay shuttered for the day

wall with a past

leaf, posthumous

in the blind alley, at home

How to tell a shattered story? By slowly becoming everybody. No. By slowly becoming everything.

Long live game wali kulfi—an ode to a vanishing summertime tradition… my daily City Life dispatch in Hindustan Times today!

desert moon

Prayers… at the Sufi Shrine of Delhi’s Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya

rue du light… rue du blessings

Under the tree, two lives… Delhi Arbor, Asaf Ali Road, Somewhere in April

This is a tree. This tree has a nest. This nest has a bird. It is the very heart of our smoggy megapolis—a small plaza in Delhi’s commercial Connaught Place, right outside the Palika Bazar… my detailed under-the-tree dispatch!
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and so a hyperlocal tea stall becomes a street dog’s khwabgah, his fleeting refuge of rest

Glimpse of his living… Swaraj ji, the seller of “doggie”

decades later they would look back in disbelief at the childhood freedom of this long-gone afternoon

mayank austen soofi—Monsieur Swann, c’est moi This photo is a masterpiece Mayank 🙏🏼