Engaging walks...

Went for a walk to Connaught Place.
I am now at least half-a-kilo lighter after the long walk ;)
Clicked like there's no tomorrow.
Went on to Sitaram Bazaar in Old Delhi.
Glided past some beautiful old houses.
In them, lies the real heritage of Delhi.

They can give the so-called posh houses of South Delhi, a beauty complex.
Saw a netaji ki rally. Pooh Pooh at that!
Ate some real good street food. Kuremal's Kulfi and Baburam's golgappe for the records.
Long Lovely Day.
Ended it with a warm water foot-soak, followed by a generous splash of refreshing peppermint spray on the tootsies.
So, this is how I celebrated Pea-NUT's birthday.
Notes to the self: Pliss walk more often. Pliss wear sneakers daily. Pliss Pliss Pliss.

Romancing the Red

The romance with the city rekindles as the thick fog embraces the Red.

Red, signifies to Skeety, the eternal beauty of Dilli. Dilli, Skeety's Darling.
A splash of Red here and a dash of Red there, bear testimony to the Red past (not violent, but beautiful).

The most captivating of them all, stand the walls of The Fort. Red again.

Red, is what Skeety thinks, would have been the pre-dominant colour in Delhi during the Moghul era.
Marrakesh might be the Red City to the world, but to me my Dilli is Red.