they don't let us in.
'that's not a girl', the bouncer says, pointing to my date, 'no stag entry allowed.'
and we leave behind what we're sure was a wild night at Turquoise Cottage.
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Introduction
The New Friends Colony Community Centre is about fifteen minutes from the agency and two from hell. When India hit independence, Nehru had them chase out all the djinns and the tantrics, outlaw magic and seal up all the manholes, public bathrooms and tunnels that led to hell. Needless to say, they missed a few. The one at the New Friends Colony Community Centre is unique, in the sense that it has actually sprouted a commercial complex about it, peopled by struggling artists, advertising executives, and personal and public demons.This blog is dedicated to the Delhi netherworld and its malcontents.
1 comment:
What is this??
After all the profundity, this alludes the purpose of jaded prose..
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