dilli haat ≠ delhi heat

And some street food in the narrow, bustling, age-defying alleyways of Chandni Chowk that I really should have died from. But a bite or two never hurt anyone….

truth. Ironically, it was the plane food that crippled me, not this. Pre-conceptions shattered.


0 Responses to “dilli haat ≠ delhi heat”

  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

She Stops Traffic.

Like what you see? Follow me!


Enter your email address to receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 12 other followers

or follow via google, everybody’s best friend! :)

Add to Google

%d bloggers like this: