Thursday, 29 March 2012

In Delhi.

The train spat us out late at night and the ravens called taxi drivers were hungry. A rickshaw took us for a frozen ride to the suburbs and I was in another world.
This is the capital alright. The roads are wide and clean, the shops and restaurants are smart and sophisticated, the locals wear designer sunglasses and western clothes. The suburbs have fancy names like "cyber-City" and if you have the right job you get an in-house, full-time cook and a driver. This is the face of the country after all, the seat of the government, politicians and (as some poison-tongued Mumbaikars claim at least) corruption.

On a different note, at the market I can't recall there's a little lane that has a place that makes some killer parathas! And excellent vintage knick-knacks next door too!