Intersections have their own little subculture here in New Delhi. There's one on the outer ring road flyover near the IIT campus with the guy who's always selling small, brown or black, velvety bobble-head dogs with sleestak eyes and the hand-lettered sign on the wall advertising "Kader Key Meka" with his little shop (a box under a tree at the intersection).
The lights stay red for ages at the massive intersections on the ring roads. Enough time to support entire colonies of beggars who clamber out from under the overpasses to work the lanes whenever the cars are stopped. I cut an article out of the paper last year that describes how certain intersections are transmitted as part of a bride's dowry - "I give you my darling Jenny along with the rights to beg at the corner of 1st Ave and 34th St and two goats".
Anything can become interesting when you're sitting at an intersection for what seems like forever - like this sign posted at the entrance to Siri Fort park. I especially like #9, no "stickin of biles"!
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What exactly is a bile and how do you stick one? And where's a gal supposed to do her washing if not at the Siri Fort Laundo-rama?
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