yet again ... getting lost ... then enjoying self-discovery ...

Navjeevan Singh and I share our experience at the Delhi Book Fair. A book (af)fair Some people felt the books with hands, some squat near corners and read, some read random pages and covers, some just flipped and glanced, some took the books closer to their noses, some looked up the books online to figure out more, some looked for books at wrong places, some sought books that weren’t there, some observed other people while some just drifted in and out of the stalls. We were at the Delhi Book Fair. People and more people  Books and more books There were those who had come with large bags having wheels while some had converted baby strollers to book carrying apparatuses. There were people who had come with friends and family, people who had come alone to put in time with books and people who had come to put in time with those they had come along with. Some had done their homework; they were armed with lists. The young appeared to outnumber the old. ...

Stepping into history Once I got to know that I will stay on Lodhi Road, during the short trip, I was clear I had to make the best of the opportunity. Chance Pe Dance is not exactly a set of words used to bring out a positive act; another perspective however is that life is all about taking chances and opportunities. The fog, smog, pollution and whatever else it was did not deter me from walking to the Safdarjung Tomb on an early morning. With the very low number of people present then, the place had a separate feel. We are so tuned to having people around us, especially when moving in these cities, that their absence has an impact on how we see and feel the place. What I love at these places is that one can touch and feel the stones and walls; caress history. I climbed up, walked along the periphery and wondered if it was the boundary even then. What then lay on the other side? These questions of how would the place have been then I ever have as I walk these places. ...