In the autumn of this year, I decided to grow a garden. A garden in concrete. Like many Dilliwalas, I live in a DDA flat. In fact, the DDA flat must be some kind of bleak mis en scene of my stationary Dilli existence; it has stalked and enwrapped me all my life. I spent most of…
(Published in First City magazine, October 2013. Last in the Dilliwali series, since First City shuts down after this issue.) Of all the moments in the…
(Published in First City magazine, September 2013). As the tinsel clamour of Dilli’s markets reaches astoundingly stampede-ready proportions in…
(Published in First City magazine, August 2013) There was a time I was no darn Dilliwali. I was just another girl-in-the-city and Dilli was just Delhi…
(Published in First City magazine, July 2013) When the five days of the year when Delhi has nice weather arrive one after the other in mid-June, and the…
(Published in First City magazine, June 2013). There was a time when the easiest way to spot me in a Dilli crowd, was by the size of my bag. The jibes I…
(Published in First City magazine, May 2013) There was a time not so long ago, when I became a Facebook widow. ‘What was it like?’, you ask. Brief, I…
(Published in First City magazine, April 2013). Dilliwali is in Istanbul, and she is feeling odd deja vu. As if wrapped in the absent-present memories…
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