Delhi is yellow. Yellow like gurgling laughter on a ripe summer day, a small hand clasped tightly in a deeply lined one, a dribble of orange bar down a chin. Delhi is green. Green like water rippling behind a rickety boat in the Old Fort lake, a sudden indulgence in childishness. Or a stubborn blade among a sea bowing under the wind. . Delhi is blue. On a wistful day at the window,...
What the stars fortell. Delhi’s romance with the stars. Choose your favourite heroes, maybe your kid’s photo too. Go to Jama Masjid, communicate your request. Get your very own personalized flex printed, your ware proudly endorsed by those you adore. A sampler. Salman ka Preity Well, everyone’s a star in their own right. Rajni’s guarantee. 500 rupees...