Now that the weather is officially fantastic I have started winter morning ruin walks again. One of my favourite jaunts is Hauz Khas, not the lake but the tombs and buildings overlooking it. As my sister, Roshni, lives in Green Park this gives me a chance to catch up with her as well. I would love to take Vihaan on these walks, now that he can walk but he has a totally whacked out circadian rhythm. I mean which other baby sleeps for 10 hours at night walking up at 10.30 a.m.?
The crowd at Hauz Khas is usually sparse comprising of a couple of expats and young couples darting furtively into the hidden nooks and crannies. I am always amazed by how few couples take advantage of the wonderful oppurtunities offered by the numerous tombs and palaces around the city. They are hidden , dark and shady and usually have a single narrow approach so you would have ample warning of people like me wandering around. Just saying guys. Beats rolling around behind the bushes in Indra Park any day.
The most annoying thing about Hauz Khas is the total lack of any effort to prevent construction in the near vicinity. The surrounding village unnervingly looms over the walls. Poetic musings are hard even in such a picturesque location when there are people hanging their washing on the walls.
I like sitting there and thinking about it must have been in its heyday with dozens of young students bustling about, living in the tiny windowless dorm rooms and eating peacocks ( Apparently ! )
The crowd at Hauz Khas is usually sparse comprising of a couple of expats and young couples darting furtively into the hidden nooks and crannies. I am always amazed by how few couples take advantage of the wonderful oppurtunities offered by the numerous tombs and palaces around the city. They are hidden , dark and shady and usually have a single narrow approach so you would have ample warning of people like me wandering around. Just saying guys. Beats rolling around behind the bushes in Indra Park any day.
The most annoying thing about Hauz Khas is the total lack of any effort to prevent construction in the near vicinity. The surrounding village unnervingly looms over the walls. Poetic musings are hard even in such a picturesque location when there are people hanging their washing on the walls.
I like sitting there and thinking about it must have been in its heyday with dozens of young students bustling about, living in the tiny windowless dorm rooms and eating peacocks ( Apparently ! )
