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Wow we are in 2019 already and this is the 14th day. I thought I will check up on you guys and ask how you've been? Did you make some resolutions and did you stick to them? We all know by now that resolutions don't work or hardly work. Gym memberships go to waste, the… Continue reading Resolution of 2019
I was driving home the other evening after work. Slumped in my seat with some random radio channel on I stopped at a traffic signal. Ahead of me was this Maruti WagonR, a very famous Indian hatchback. My initial reaction was wow someone finally stopped at the signal. But in a few seconds, I could… Continue reading Traffic Signal
Chitli Qabar – an amalgamation of Urdu, Mughlai cuisine, and Tea!
The old aisles have always fascinated me.
The narrow roads, buzzing markets, the smell of spices, small shacks of street food, puzzling alleys, huge ivory houses, bemused tourists.
Being for over 25 years in the same country, the city looks so exotic!
Last weekend, after anticipating and continuous plannings, I finally visited Chandni Chowk with an aim. What was the aim you might wonder? It was simple, I wanted to find a really good cup of tea. So here I am presenting you the hidden gem of tea right from one of the oldest markets of Chitli Qabar.
But before we go there, let me tell you what was seen on the way!
Malo Tea Stall
As you keep moving through the narrower lanes of the Chitli Qabar market, one of the shops that will surely behold you is…
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Mr. Abbas runs a ittar (attar) shop and must be over the age of 70. His little shop is on this slope that takes you to a temple. Very close to public parking, the shop would have sunlight during noon. A small entry in to the shop will reveal a bench where at max 3… Continue reading Uncle and his radio
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There is a guy who has a suitcase and a bunch of bananas in a plastic poly bag. I reckon he is traveling. My best guess would be he is going home for Raksha Bandhan, a Indian festival where sisters tie Rakhi (a thread) on their brother's wrists. The brother in return promises to protect… Continue reading Banana Guy