The last string.

“Every paper girl needs at least one string, right?”


A blind date with Delhi heritage sites

It was Tuesday morning, while most people shove their head back in their pillows (second day of the week, you know the urge for extra sleep, don’t you?), I, for a change got up early, got dressed all Indian in a red long skirt and a black top, wore¬†my earrings and bangles, applied mascara, brushed…