It was one of those Sundays, when for a change I was sure of one thing I just had to do that day – to visit a Gallery I had gone to see the day before (the Wonderland in one of my previous posts). Camera in hand, I went hopping to the place to find that they were sure of one thing this Sunday – we won’t be open to visitors.

So with a dismal step I turned to go back. My heart ached for something and I decided to at least see a new street and took the street in that came up. As my eyes travelled over the houses, one house held my gaze; frozen. A colonial bungalow, soaring over the neighborhood in its majestic stance and a belly swollen with stories, memories and seasons. I peered through the gate and saw some rustic chairs lying in the porch. I checked the gate and found it locked. From the inside. A shiny new lock. Aah.

I called out but no response. Not the one to give up, I saw a man coming out from the opposite house and asked him. He told me that it’s habitated and there’s another gate further up. Through that other gate I spied this lady sweeping the dust and the dry flowers spread over the drive way like a thin summer sheet. I called out again, no response. I gingerly turned the gate’s tiny handle and put a foot inside the vintage territory – that’s when she looked up. I made eye contact and walked in softly.

“Hallo. Good evening!”

Removing her mask and in a menacing tone, “Hi. What do you want?”

“Uhh..ermmm…I found this house really nice. It’s beautiful. Can I please take a picture of it?”

Now in a less menacing tone, but menacing still “Yes sure. But you can’t go inside.”

“Yes, yes. That’s alright.” *already thinking of ways of most graceful exit*

But something, very gradually, made my comfortable in that space. The lady kept sweeping with her mask on while I took 1-2 pictures from afar, not intruding beyond a safe zone. What happened after that, I’d have never expected. And I’ll save that for another post. Till then, stay afloat!

So i had gone down, half-asleep, to throw out the garbage when i spotted my building’s guard in this space. I immediately rushed back upstairs, pulled out my cam and came down to take this shot. Such excitement early in the morn, made my day. :D His name is Prem Singh and he’s a sweet, nimble person who talks to everyone with a consistent politeness. :)
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So i had gone down, half-asleep, to throw out the garbage when i spotted my building’s guard in this space. I immediately rushed back upstairs, pulled out my cam and came down to take this shot. Such excitement early in the morn, made my day. :D

His name is Prem Singh and he’s a sweet, nimble person who talks to everyone with a consistent politeness. :)

Clicked at one of the still surviving and oldest coffee shops in Delhi. They don’t even bother you if you don’t place an order here. They just give you a space to tune in, unwind and get in touch with things usually forgotten. Oh and probably the only left that i’ve come across which still has “paisas” on its menu. 
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Clicked at one of the still surviving and oldest coffee shops in Delhi. They don’t even bother you if you don’t place an order here. They just give you a space to tune in, unwind and get in touch with things usually forgotten.

Oh and probably the only left that i’ve come across which still has “paisas” on its menu.