The Customs Department at Indira Gandhi International Airport uses hotmail too! Now I wonder if they go on MSN as well...
This kid is left on her own to learn how high the curbs are in Delhi, while her mother begs.
An Indian police patrol car parked by the road shoulder. Duty denies them the time to catch up with current affairs, so the officer in the driver's seat is taking this opportunity of heavy traffic to look through the day's news in the papers. At the same time he enforces civil order in the adjacent street and ensures the good behaviours of the two grocers in the background with his mere presence.
Peddler balancing his wares on his head. This one here puts a hand beneath the basket to prevent it from toppling. I've seen many locals do it hands free, and not just in Delhi. Useful skill to acquire. Especially if you have exploitative shopaholic girlfriends.
The Red Fort. The entrance at the bottom that leads one to an arcade of shops selling souvenirs and handicraft.Apparently, Indian independence was declared here, and I did not learn the significance of the whole place till weeks, or even months, later. The guide lost us, or rather, our splintering group lost the guide, and we consequently couldn't make head or tail out of the whole place.
A statue of Hanuman overlooking a junction. Hanuman is the name of their monkey god, and he has similar powers of shapeshifting as the Monkey God in Chinese mythology.
One of the many roadside stalls. This row here is made up of fruitsellers. We were warned against buying from them. No wonder at that, for we don't know how they maintain hygiene setting up shop next to the dusty roads of Delhi.
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