Hindustan Times
One night, around quarter past ten, The Delhi Walla sighted his most beloved Delhiite – author Arundhati Roy. She was walking in the medieval bylanes of Nizamuddin Basti.
Dressed in salwar kurta, Ms Roy was carrying magic secrets in her eyes. She was speaking to no one. A tiny diamond gleamed in her left nostril. Read more
(11 votes, average: 3.55 out of 5)
Loading ...Posted by Mayank Austen Soofi on Thursday, September 10, 2009 at 8:11 pm
Filed under Musings · Tagged Arundhati Roy, jazz tune, Nizamuddin Basti, The Book Shop, The Delhi Walla, The God of Small Things
One afternoon, The Delhi Walla sighted his most beloved Delhiite – author Arundhati Roy. She was browsing at The Book Shop, Jorbagh.
Ms Roy was looking as she always looks – interesting. Her gaze was kind. A mischievous smile was playing on her thin lips. But her eyes were searching for something elusive. It was not the bookshelves for sure. Read more
(10 votes, average: 2.9 out of 5) Loading ...Posted by Mayank Austen Soofi on Wednesday, April 22, 2009 at 9:51 pm
Filed under The Delhi Walla · Tagged Arundhati, Arundhati Roy, books
On the Sunday that preceded Republic Day, there were no booksellers in Daryajanj’s weekly book bazaar.
“It’s closed for security reasons,” a paanwalla told me. I stood on the empty pavement and laughed. Trains were still chugging in Old Delhi station, chaatwallas were still frying tikkis in Chandni Chowk but this booklovers’ den was a security threat. Read more
(4 votes, average: 4.75 out of 5) Loading ...Posted by Mayank Austen Soofi on Friday, February 20, 2009 at 10:25 pm
Filed under Musings · Tagged Arundhati Roy, Bahris, Bahrisons, Chandni Chowk, Daryanganj, Khan Market, Republic Day
