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 my adult life growing up in a DDA flat. I got married and moved into a DDA flat. I had a baby and moved into a new place closer to my parents who could be my babysitters, and it was again, a DDA flat. I can move around in any DDA flat with my eyes closed and brain on auto-pilot. I can maneouvre the light switches like touch finger typing; in the backlit-keypad-less dark even. In the afterlife, if I ever get into a hellish maze that remotely resembles a totally sealed DDA flat, I will swiftly pull of a Houdini and be out in a jiffy.
A Loving Nazar
A Loving Nazar
A Loving Nazar
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 my adult life growing up in a DDA flat. I got married and moved into a DDA flat. I had a baby and moved into a new place closer to my parents who could be my babysitters, and it was again, a DDA flat. I can move around in any DDA flat with my eyes closed and brain on auto-pilot. I can maneouvre the light switches like touch finger typing; in the backlit-keypad-less dark even. In the afterlife, if I ever get into a hellish maze that remotely resembles a totally sealed DDA flat, I will swiftly pull of a Houdini and be out in a jiffy.