I always associated Delhi with aggression, anger and impulsivity. So when I first moved to Delhi from Bombay, I always had my guard up when talking to Delhiites, not knowing which way their unpredictable mood might swing in. In all this, I began associating the nature of people in Delhi (which was not very accurate by the way- dilwalon ki delhi is true!) with the places here. Wherever I’d go, I’d point out everything I didn’t like about a place, forgetting to appreciate what was in front of me. This changed when I came across Mayank Austen Soofi’s column, which resides on the 4th page of India’s Hindustan Times, and…
An Absurd Account
Mr Smith greeted me with a broad smile. As usual, his face was half shaven, his coat full of coffee stains and his eyes reflecting a glimmer of parental affection.