I have been to Garstin Bastion Road, the city’s red-light district, just next to New Delhi railway station (Ajmeri Gate), more than once.
Earlier I would only walk in the streets while sex workers would aggressively beckon me from the windows of their kothas. But I was scared to go in. Read more
In this city, where coochi-cooing between young unmarried couples goes on discreetly in public gardens, autos are often considered a safer substitute. There is more privacy and less risk involved.
“No one is watching you from the bushes or clicking your pictures on his mobile phone,” says Ms Sarita Kumar, a nurse in a South Delhi hospital. Each evening on her off days she and her boyfriend rent an auto for an hour and ask the bhayya to go round and round India Gate. Their joy rides always end with ice creams. Read more
One afternoon I went knocking around houses at Matia Mahal in Old Delhi asking the residents, “May I please climb to your rooftop?” I was refused. Folks thought I was crazy. But I had my reason. I wanted to see how Jama Masjid looks from rooftops.
While thak-thaking around, I met a paan-walla who claimed that his terrace faced Jama Masjid’s Gate’s no. 1. Bingo. We became fast friends and after discussing girls, sex and politics, I asked him, “Can I see Dilli from your terrace?” Read more
Hindustan Times



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