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May 5th, 2010
Amongst all the bijou little shops in Hauz Khas village, there is one serious, quiet little shop on the corner, called Navratana. If it’s closed, a notice in the window informs you, dial the owner’s mobile. He is always there within half a minute. I went there once, to find the shop open, no-one there, bar 2 dogs peacefully sleeping. They let me step over them, and look through the piles of maps and prints, and they generally held the fort till someone came.
Nikhil Gupta, who runs the shop, knows his maps and old prints and has a [...]
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May 5th, 2010
I have decided that I must have a defective weather widget. It can’t really be 44 Celsius. Can it ? So, as I wilted my way through Hauz Khas at lunchtime, I started playing mind games with myself. If I keep telling myself it is grey, and cool, and cloudy with a touch of rain, then perhaps it will indeed be so.
My very own version of “If you build it, they will come”.
Didn’t work.
Anyway, I pushed on regardless through the lunchtime heat - shades of mad dogs & Englishmen again - except that Anita was with [...]
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April 22nd, 2010
I was introduced to a great little restaurant in Hauz Khas today by Pamela Timms, a lady I have only recently met, but know I am going to like a lot. A fellow Brit, Pamela has lived in Delhi a little longer than I have, writes, blogs, speaks Hindi, and is quite alarmingly accomplished. She knows her food, too. We ate very well at “Gunpowder”, a tiny restaurant serving Konkan food, and which is well worth the steep climb up to its little eyrie overlooking the lake. We sat indoors, because of the heat, but it must be lovely [...]
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April 22nd, 2010
Just wilted my way back into an empty house, after a delicious lunch in Hauz Khas. Anjulie is out for the afternoon, and Hari & Himmat are somewhere between Dubai & Cape Town, so the house is unnaturally quiet. Even the cats were too sleepy to come and greet me – I just got the vaguest of glances in my direction, before they lapsed back asleep on the (relatively) cool marble floor.
So, no surprises, it’s another hot day, which began at dawn with a stifling grey, dusty sky and the palest of sunrises. Despite the heat and the [...]
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