Parking spot

There is some table-tennis. Notwithstanding the slippery floor and a droopy net, they rattle the ball around. It is fun. A contracted version of the effort, which is mere memory now, but they enjoy it. After a bit of Steve McCurry accompanied by Bach, Albionini and of course Pachelbel they make their way out without much hurry.

It is far from a perfect plan, but it's pace is leisurely. They take an auto-rickshaw driven by a young Sikh in a red turban with a Genghiz Khan style facial hair and thin, scrawny arms with a penchant for scratching! He takes an additional round of the Gurdwara, slowing to pray on each side, stops in between to urinate, almost tries to fill up fuel despite the delay before they reach Hauz Khas vilage.

Delhi Heritage walks is a group that takes you around remains of old monuments and provides some insights into their history. The locations and architecture are beautiful, but the information not too inspiring. There are some photography enthusiasts among them. Though he clearly has the wrong lens, he tries doing what he can.

The best bits of the day are the snatches of conversation filling up the gaps. The kind of conversation possible when the mind is still. The delays due to the lack of a proper plan, the dust, the heat are hardly hindrances. Some choices are easy. When the weekend is over, he observes that there are no Sunday evening blues.