
As I sat on the lawn of an old bungalow in the tony neighbourhood of Delhi’s Hauz Khas, the humidity of the July heat was unbearable. Yearning for a thirst-quencher I spotted the small café on the premises. I walked up to it and ordered myself a fresh lime soda. Sometime later as I sipped on my chilled drink, I couldn’t but think about my surroundings. I spotted a girl expertly handling the reception juggling phones and keying in information on her desktop.
To say that I was......