New Delhi, May 26 -- A silver moon lit the narrow gullies of Old Delhi's Ballimaran that night. In the courtyard of an old haveli, a young man cleared his throat and began reciting: "Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ki har khwahish pe dam nikle...". More poetry followed, enthralling a motley group of poets, gourmands, history buffs and enthusiasts of all things unique and fine. The last recitation elicited applause, and the first dish of the evening was promptly presented with a short story behind it....