It’s mid-morning but it doesn’t matter to her. “Time doesn’t exist in my life,” says painter Usha Hooda as she dabs her brush in a heap of burnt sienna. Read more
She looks up at the evening sky, stays still for a moment before starting to pace again. The Delhi Walla met Rakhshanda Jalil, 47, in Gandhi-King Plaza, a little pool garden in the members-only India International Center (IIC), a cultural institution near Khan Market. Read more
6.23am: Waking up in Hauz Khas Village, my new address. Looking out the window into the 13th century ruins. Ferozeshah’s tomb, the madrasa, the lake. Beyond – Deer Park. The trees laced with the morning mist. The rest of Delhi invisible. 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
The place: Polka Club, Kailash Colony, South Delhi. The time: Saturday, 12.36am. Section 377, which criminalizes gay sex, may be well and alive in Indian society, but that doesn’t stop gay men in the Indian capital from putting on their dancing shoes. Read more