1 Chawri Bazaar, Delhi Delicious Mouth-watering street foods. Biryani in kilograms. Two teenage boys was dipping the perfectly rolled moons in the choolaah one by one. A man at the next table licking out every drop of butter masala with the last shred of nun rotis. At the end of an overpopulated bylane A barber was shaving off the moustache of a rickshaw puller - both talking in Bangla. I asked all their names. They told me- Shromik…labourer…migrant. I asked for more names. T

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