The Delhi Walla saw this man at an alley in Bulbuli Khana, a congested neighborhood in the Walled City, the historic district established by the Mughals. Read more

Taking off his yellow T-shirt and flexing his muscles, he says, “I’m eating too much biryani. I need to tone up my body.” Read more

Nankhatai is like the Indian English – foreign influence slapped, beaten, fermented and baked by Indians till it gets desified. Read more

The other day I met a friend in Lodhi Garden. She remarked on my unkempt hair. I said, “Who cares! I’m a bloody author of four books!” That same evening I went to the Midland bookstore in South Extension-I. Read more

One afternoon, The Delhi Walla sighted his most beloved Delhiite – author Arundhati Roy. Read more

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The UK-based Independent’s Asia Correspondent Andrew Buncombe wrote about the Mission Delhi project of The Delhi Walla on the newspaper’s website. Go where it was originally published or read here:

So many people in this vast, sprawling, awful, remarkable city. So many crowds, so much pushing. You can never find any space, any quiet. Who are all these people, these housewives, these labourers, these office workers, these shop-owners. Where do they all come from? What’s their story? Read more

Mayank Austen Soofi, the gifted writer and blogger whose quartet of Delhi novels, including his blog The Delhi Walla, highlighted a body of fiction, verse, essays and criticism so diverse and lyrical as to place him in the first rank of South Asian authors, killed himself at his home in Nizamuddin Basti, according to a statement by Penguin Books India, his publisher. Read more