Day 7: I got thrown out of a mosque
Well yes. Not exactly, but yes, in a way I was thrown out of a mosque today. If you’re wondering …
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Day 6: Of Food, Cannons, Red Sandstone and Mars
Another evening, another exit from a mosque. And another pat on the shoulder. Rather an arm around the shoulder. I …
Day 5: It isn’t just brick and mortar which crumble
Anybody moving around South Delhi would at some point cross that flyover plus major junction known as Chirag Dilli, situated …
Day 4: Chicken Qorma for the Soul
I almost missed out on being in time for Iftar today. Yes, I almost did. And I don’t have anything …
Day 3: In the horde, there is always that one face
Someone calling out my name, a tap on the shoulder. I turn around and see that it’s Farrukh Bhai, complete …
Day 2: Ramadan has begun. Officially.
After yesterday (and the splitting headache which accompanied the wait till Suhoor), I had made up my mind that I’m …
Hello Ramadan
There is something about calling up Amma and Abba right after Maghreb prayers have been offered. Maghreb has always been …
