The situation. The scenarios. The choices.
Low temperatures, fog and migratory visitors -- that's what winter in Delhi means for me
Connaught Place has become so decrepit it should be declared an art installation. Walking around was a nightmare of broken sidewalks, peeling plaster and gaping ditches.
One of the primary differences between being a recluse at home versus a recluse in someone else's home is that (hold your breath) you have to cease being a recluse.
For a professional recluse like me, being immersed in a sea of anonymity is like walking into a cocktail party wearing a burkha. Even though everyone sees me, in a true sense, I am invisible.
(I nearly always write at night) (if you stick around and read between all the brackets that will appear in this piece, you may discover why)
Last week, friends called to say I'd been interviewed in the March 5th Sunday <i>Hindustan Times</i> JUST A MINUTE feature. Only problem? It didn't happen
A new washing machine? Salesmen kept offering Rs 26,000 computerised models which would cook dinner and surf the Internet. Too smart for us, we decided.
"Nude Ellie" has competition. My current favourite alternative name is "Delhirium", followed closely by "Delhicious"...The possibilities are Delhimitless!
So ... have the capital city's street-side manners actually improved? Or is it just that our security systems (private taxis, modest clothes, no late nights) are watertight?
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