Delhi Diaries
It was around 6:30 in the evening and I was moving swiftly towards the Metro station after a tiresome day at office. It was mine second day at Delhi, the National Capital and I was still calibrating myself to the tune of the mega polis. Funky metro trains, overcrowded roads, paan spewing rickshaw drivers, artificial looking girls in short skirts, chic shopping malls, beggars and a sea of people everywhere. All in all, a total contrast to mine Himalayan state . Here life seemed ten years ahead and twenty times faster. Hailing from such a silent state and having to live now in this city, I was in middle of a culture shock, right in my very own country. So, I was about to enter the metro station when a voice addressed me as ‘Babu ji’ from behind. He was a middle aged man, most probably in his early forties, with uncombed hair, a uniformly thick moustache with a grey beard , a thin and a long face. He was wearing a c...