Back in September, I moved to New Delhi. Over these six months, the weather has gone from sweltering to frigid to- presently- clear skies and a gentle breeze. And with that, the air quality has dramatically improved. (In Delhi, that means it’s no longer hazardous like in the winter months, just plain unhealthy.) My own feelings towards the city have oscillated between fascination and exasperation – apart from the absence of fresh air, there’s also the relentless honking, the inexplicably high prices, the disproportionate concentration of assholes – and yet, it’s been good to be here. Delhi is steeped in history, and the chaos fuels the writing somehow.
I learned things from my time at The Caravan and was especially happy to be part of the #metoo issue- the movement only taking off in India towards the end of last year.
Being the capital, Delhi also hosts numerous events – lectures, art shows, special film screenings – throughout the year. In September, the farmer’s march drew over a hundred thousand workers from across the country, and the Queer Pride Parade took place in November, the first one since the Supreme Court’s decision to finally rid the country of Section 377.
Earlier this month, I ran for the hills – quite literally – fleeing Delhi (and its toxic Diwali smog) for Shimla. The crisp winter air was invigorating as I walked along Mall Road and the Ridge, taking in the surroundings. People gathered outside popular local eateries, busied themselves with shopping, gazed at watercolour paintings displayed at the Gaiety and enjoyed late-night strolls around Christ Church. Continue reading “Visual Diary: A Winter’s Night on Shimla’s Mall Road”→
I arrived at Ben Gurion Airport to find a surly security guard waiting by the entrance. He asked me a couple of questions that lead up to, “Did you ever travel to the West Bank?” “Yes,” I replied; it’s not illegal, after all. Continue reading “From Jerusalem to Delhi”→