Up the hill, down the hill... Mahesh ji, a chai vendor

Shakeel Artist, an Old Delhi diamond… my daily City Life dispatch in Hindustan Times today!

writer’s drafts

Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou…. a stall for children’s books

Chapter One. He adored Delhi. He thrived on the hustle-bustle of the crowds and the traffic—Ah, corny. Too corny…. whatever, please play Gershwin's Rhapsody in Red!

Rue du Silent Night Holy Light

i am all ears… see!

Let’s face it, Delhi’s iconic Sunday Book Bazar is overloaded with thousands of useless used books! But it also has true treasures—you just need to learn the art of finding the right books. Here are some tips—read my dispatch!

Dear friend, if you happen to visit London’s Foyles bookstore, give them my name and you shall be looked after!… because they have my portrait of author Arundhati Roy spread across their entire wall!!!!!!!!!———-seeeeeeeeeeee Foyles BOOK OF THE YEAR—MOTHER MARY COMES TO ME!

Blue dome through the perspective of a hurry-hurry commuter, Delhi

Chekhov’s Three Commuters

have you too felt this abandonment… on big city loneliness

gloomy evening lit up with sparks of sadness

Self-Worth… a reasonably realistic portrait of the word

Three of the 13 ways of meeting citizen Nirmal ji

Hissss…. greetings from the city of Kaa, the friendly snake, and his many many cousins

Miss Gee knelt down in the side-aisle, she knelt down on her knees; “Lead me not into temptation, but make me a good girl, please”… Miss Gee sighting—on coming face-to-face with an Auden poem

Every inch a dressmaker… tailor master Raj ji at work

Thoughts and Prayers… Chawri Bazar, Delhi

Cool way to wear the scarf, sir!… Raja ji, a street portrait

fabric seller’s scooter, still life

ordinary errand in an ordinary city… parents shopping for veggies

Don’t look so innocent, hey you killer cat

Sunday Book Bazar’s current king… my daily City Life dispatch in Hindustan Times today!

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

because the staircase is more than just a fire exit

Domestic retrospects… because the staircase is more than just a fire exit

Rue du Cat

moon-bound commuters

Breaking news!… Moon trapped in a New Delhi high-rise!

Statesman’s moon—see!

like a candle in the wind… twilight in delhi

A gentleman of Khan Market… Virender ji, vendor of roasted shakarkandi

Touching sea level, almost wet… Capital Guest House, Delhi

ordinary chair with extraordinary kismet

Nooooo—please don’t jump!

when doors are forever closed

on the kismet of statue

Delhi’s coolest traffic light…. my dispatch!

on the kismet of rose

To whosoever it may concern… “New rate of tea”

Exposing the interior monologue… this November light

Dholak without the drummer… or, still life of an ear-piercing silence

because the dream city rises by eating the good earth

Delhi’s coolest traffic light… my daily City Life dispatch in Hindustan Times today!

two birds escaped out to the rim of planet earth… or, the portrait of a delhi dome

silent but speaking… sense of Delite Store

a door ajar

smoker haunted by samovar’s ghost

let us be grateful to God… on his morning communion with chai