Cutting an Indian rug

Stealing the spotlight

Last night, I attended performance of Odissi, a style of classical Indian dance. It was beautiful, fantastically lit and hypnotic. As soon as the first dancers stepped on the outdoor stage, I wished for my camera, though with my banged-up shoulder I wouldn’t have been able to lift it.

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Headed back to my city

Pidgeons on a domed roof at Lal Quila

After a week of fun traveling with mom and seeing the rest of the family, I’m headed back to Delhi for work and play.

And I must say, I have missed her, my newly adopted city.

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Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh…

You are what you eat?

In India, I frequently have access to more varied and fresh fruits, because the distribution system is often door-to-door or block-by-block via fruit wallahs.

Here is some nice papaya that we had for breakfast a few weeks back. My (sadly, now ex-) roommate Rachel liked a lot of fresh fruit. I joined the fray now and then with pineapple, lemons, oranges, bananas and (while I’m diving here in Pondicherry) Granny Smith apples.

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Stop and smell the roses

Gemstone flowers

Pietra dura, known here in India as parchin kari, inside the Red Fort complex in Delhi.

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That’s why the lady is a tramp

She's pretty cute

I have enough friends who like dogs. Even street dogs. This one’s for you.

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Delhi Street Jams, Vol. 2

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Two weeks ago I came home from a bike ride to watch crews set up what could have been mistaken for an Indian carnival tent on a sidestreet near my apartment: four walls of purple and orange curtains, without a roof and lit by generator-powered flood lights.

At first, I assumed it was a wedding and got excited to gate crash. Then, after speaking to our block’s chowkidar (watchman), I learned it was a pooja (prayer service), though for what I couldn’t quite understand. Decorum won out, and I respectfully decided not to interlope.

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Saturday night kebab lights

Sparks fly from the charcoal grill on a busy Saturday night

I continued my research on the best chicken tikka roll in India this Saturday night. A new friend led me to Arabian Delights in Defence Colony Market, which she swears by, it was closed by the time we got there; thankfully, Colonel’s Kebabs around the corner was happy for our business.

The Colonel does a decent job (see below); we devoured our food and sipped Hoegaarden illicitly in the parking lot — a great cap to the evening —  but my Khan Market kebabwallah remains on top.

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