I am back in the city, after a month in the mountains. It’s always a little heartbreaking to leave, but thankfully this time I had company. On the ride till the airport and on the flight till Delhi, and even at Delhi airport as I had my layover, a friend very sweetly ordered donuts and coffee for me from the Krispy Kreme kiosk. The last few days were about more meals, a potluck, a farewell lunch and lots of gifts, keepsakes, books, and lots of desserts to carry with me. Back in the city, I am quarantining for 10 days, but I managed to do a bit of a sneak out yesterday. As the city observed the night-time curfew, I went for a stroll around my neighbourhood, to join my girl gang from Women Walk At Midnight, in solidarity of our nightly explorations of the city, reclaiming our spaces as women. This time, last year, we were on our 12-hour walk covering 30+ kilometres overnight from Vasant Kunj to India Gate.
Taking a break, somewhere in Meherchand Market. 15/08/19.
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Monsoons + the northeast. There couldn’t have been a dreamier visual scape. Lovingly put together by Shashwat Bulusu and Boyer Debbarma. This one’s a journey within a journey.
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