Using homespun wit and unpretentious language, this little book manages to beam out a more robust message about women's empowerment than any I've read recently.
Connaught Place has become so decrepit it should be declared an art installation. Walking around was a nightmare of broken sidewalks, peeling plaster and gaping ditches.
One of the primary differences between being a recluse at home versus a recluse in someone else's home is that (hold your breath) you have to cease being a recluse.
For a professional recluse like me, being immersed in a sea of anonymity is like walking into a cocktail party wearing a burkha. Even though everyone sees me, in a true sense, I am invisible.
A new washing machine? Salesmen kept offering Rs 26,000 computerised models which would cook dinner and surf the Internet. Too smart for us, we decided.
"Nude Ellie" has competition. My current favourite alternative name is "Delhirium", followed closely by "Delhicious"...The possibilities are Delhimitless!
So ... have the capital city's street-side manners actually improved? Or is it just that our security systems (private taxis, modest clothes, no late nights) are watertight?
