Exploring Delhi on a Lazy Sunday: A Morning Walk Adventure and Culinary Delight

Ah, Sundays—a perfect day for relaxation, exploration, and indulgence. This past weekend, I embarked on a memorable morning walk through the bustling streets of Delhi, starting from Malviya Nagar and eventually reaching the iconic India Gate. As the sun painted the city in golden hues, I meandered through the vibrant lanes, capturing the essence of Delhi's charm. And what better way to end this enriching journey than treating myself to the culinary delights of Chole Bhature at Bhogal in Connaught Place (CP)? Join me as I recount the blissful experiences of my Sunday morning escapade.

The day began with a sense of anticipation and an eagerness to embrace the fresh air and tranquility of the morning. Malviya Nagar, known for its wide streets and serene atmosphere, served as the starting point of my venture. I set out with a spring in my step, taking in the sights and sounds of the awakening city. The tree-lined boulevards, accompanied by the gentle chirping of birds, created a serene ambiance that set the perfect tone for the day.

As I strolled along, the enchanting aroma of freshly brewed chai and the sweet scent of blooming flowers permeated the air. The journey from Malviya Nagar to India Gate took me through the heart of Delhi, offering glimpses of architectural marvels, historical landmarks, and the vibrant life of the city. Passing by iconic sites such as Safdarjung Tomb and Lodhi Gardens, I marveled at the rich history and cultural heritage that Delhi proudly preserves.

With India Gate standing tall in the distance, I couldn't resist the temptation to continue my walk and explore the bustling streets of Connaught Place. As my hunger pangs intensified, I stumbled upon Bhogal—a hidden gem known for its lip-smacking Chole Bhature. The aroma of spices and the sizzle of frying dough filled the air, drawing me closer to this culinary haven. The moment I took my first bite, the fluffy bhature and the perfectly spiced chole transported me to a world of gastronomic bliss. Every morsel was a burst of flavors, leaving an indelible mark on my taste buds.

As I savored each bite, I couldn't help but reflect on the simple pleasures that make Sundays so special. The leisurely morning walk, the breathtaking sights, and the delectable food—all came together to create a perfect symphony of joy. It reminded me of the importance of taking time for oneself, appreciating the beauty of the world around us, and relishing the little moments that bring us happiness. This Sunday escapade left me feeling grateful for the opportunity to explore Delhi's treasures and indulge in its culinary delights.

My Sunday morning adventure in Delhi was a testament to the simple joys that await us when we step out of our routines and embrace the world around us. From the serene streets of Malviya Nagar to the grandeur of India Gate and the delightful indulgence at Bhogal, every step of the journey offered a unique experience. So, the next time you find yourself yearning for an escape, grab your walking shoes, immerse yourself in the beauty of your surroundings, and let the flavors of the city tantalize your taste buds. Remember, there's a world waiting to be discovered, one Sunday at a time.

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Every day, Saliha Begum of Halledwarkapur, Faizabad lights woods in a Chullah (an earthen hearth) to cook food for herself and her family. But very few people around her think that she 'works'. She was never paid for the work she does, rather she was always rewarded with the tensions and headache of maintaining the family.

Conventionally, work is defined as any activity undertaken in lieu of remuneration. The value of work is determined by the level of remuneration. Therefore, any work undertaken without remuneration is considered non-valuable and non-work. On the other hand,any work done outside, such as office, factory, fieldis considered more valuable then work done at home. The conclusion therefore is, men work outside, get remuneration so their work is valuable. Women work at home, get no remuneration, therefore their work is considered non-work having no or little value.

This is the reality of women's work across the world. Their contribution to the family and society is not valued as most of their work is considered as household work which as women and the role given to them by society they are obliged to perform. It remains unseen, invisible and unrecognised and in conventional terms, yielding no economic benefits.

Patriarchy’s cruellest turn is the expectation that women have a natural instinct for and derive pleasure from housework and domestic duties. No doubt, because women are raised to think of themselves as nurturing and natural care-givers, most women learn to feel this way.

Pleasant Rain

It rained today in Delhi and the weather became pleasant (relatively). I was very happy to see the sun hiding behind the clouds while locking my door. Then I took an auto for Lodhi road where I had to attend a meeting. During this short trip autowale bhaiya said,  " aaj mausam kitna suhana hai, par traffic bohot hai ye mall wale raste pe".
This statement of his made my skeptic sense ask myself a question " If the weather is really pleasant why people are locking themselves in an AC car? Why are people not going to parks instead of malls?"
The answer which I got back was that the pleasantness after a rain is just an illusion in Delhi "pollution is not a hoax,  it's real" and the "mall culture" has been injected into us just for corporate benifits. We have shifted our gardens to our terrace and parks are just left with artificial trees and plants.

Neend aur sapne

Hum tho saapo mein kho gaye hain..
Aab neend ki kya zuuraat, hume jaaga sake..

Mere kudedan mein

Mere kudedan mein
Kuch kagaz ke panne...

Unn mein basse..

Lafz mere..
Takhleek mere..
Kuch dard..

Aur mere,
Sapne adhure..
🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸

Kudedan- dustbin
Kagaz- paper
Panne- pages
Lafz- words
Takhleek - creation

Meri chahat

Tere tagaphull ka bhi mein taukirr karta hu..
Tum se mein beinteha mohabaat karta hoon
Parwaaz mein tere muje bhi pannah de..
Aapne hooto se..  ekbar mera naam to le

Tagaphull=negligence
Taukir= honour,  respect
Parwaz= flight,  journey

Tum

Teri baate rehbaar
Par teri muskan rehjaan
Aur tere tugaphull mein bhi
Mujhe isqh nazar aaya

Rehbar= guide
Rehjan= robber
Tugaphull= negligence