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Delhi Diary

Delhi Diary

The sky is brassy, the trees, the birds and even the monkeys from Raisina Hill who regularly traipse through my garden, long for water to moisten their parched throats

A Murder At The Waterhole

The months of April and May bring hot, dust-laden winds from Rajasthan to Delhi. The sky turns brassy, the trees, the birds and even the roving troupes of monkeys from Raisina Hill who regularly traipse through my garden, long for water to moisten their parched throats. As a form of prayer, the best type perhaps, I have put three shallow earthen paraats among the flower beds and under the lagerstroemia trees.

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