Delhi

Winter of Discontent

It’s never a good idea to borrow from The Bard, especially in writing with such selfish, if innocuous, vigor, but I just…

Barsati Party

You’ll have to forgive me as the title to this post is just terrible. I wanted to include the term barsati as that is the type of abode I live in, but was struggling to find a word to rhyme it with. In any event, I live in a barsati, which is essentially a small rooftop room or studio apartment that…

Delhi’s Dangerous

I’ve been enjoying the amount of writing both my job and this blog affords me, so I decided to expand my reach (dipping back…

Delhi’s Weather

The first time I visited Delhi was at the end of June 2010. To anyone that has visited the city at this time of year, that simple line speaks of oppressive, unrelenting, and unimaginable heat. I remember laughing out loud when my friend Kim and I walked out of the airport around 6a, the heat was…

Disturbing experience

I had one of the more disturbing experiences in my nearly one year here in Delhi yesterday.

To give this a little context, I should first tell you a bit about Delhi life. The city is home to roughly 20 million people (estimates vary due to the constant influx of…