|Something forlorn about empty vehicles soaking in the afternoon sun.|
|"Get out of my way before I ... Ah well! Let's face it, you can't suffer more than a scraped shin at this speed."|
|Power cables, tyres, assorted parts and a passer-by.|
|Time for forty winks, next to an empty water tank -- in an attractive shade of green.|
|Lassi at Kallan Sweets, a bakery that has satiated the sweet tooth of celebrities such as M F Husain. And no, I didn't dare taste it. Too creamy.|
|Don't walk away. 100? 90? How about 80 rupees for a pair of underwear.|
|Smiles galore, so what if there's an obstacle just waiting to show up ahead.|
|The imperial Jama Masjid in the background.|
|Pigeons prattle on with a bird's eye view of the crowded alley.|
A red sedan roars past, only to screech to a halt behind a tangle of cycle-rickshaws a few metres away.
Lost in thought outside the Jama Masjid.
|Scene from a sun-kissed day in September.|
|"Pack in as tightly as possible. I can't put someone on the roof."|
|The 19th-century Digambar Jain Bara Mandir is shut, but the portal has its own allure. Click|
|Posters of the right-wing ABVP, the student wing of India's ruling Bharatiya Janata Party, are an anomaly in a neighbourhood with a sizeable Muslim population.|