So the cacophony surges louder against my inner travails as I reach the other end of my residential colony well which also happens to be the part where my house is, just adjacent to the hotch potch K Mkt , well I definitely think it is in its own rightful existence can be called a la Chandni Chowk for hardware and building supplies. Yeah, so try and get the crowd, flurry of people walking in from different walks of life, we have poor laborers ambling about, Interior decorators looking to source some cheap deals which btw are later on sold to ‘poor’ rich people as decoratives sourced either from Italy or France and believe you me not from China/Thailand at all.
Staying all by myself though still surrounded by all the immigrant humanity in Delhi I feel I’m living a novel life, telling me things I’m for sure ignoring today but would yearn to get back to these lanes full of hustle bustle.