India, Aug. 9 -- What do we call those pellets packed inside firearms? Oh yes, the charra! And here in Old Delhi, a street is named Gali Charre Wali. Worry not, the gali is said to be free of guns. Indeed, the little-known lane is currently so much at peace, so quiet, that it is difficult to comprehend that it lies close to the chaotic 'hoods of Baradari and Ballimaran'. This evening, beneath a tangle of cables, two friendly Charre Wali dwellers (see photo) are standing at the mouth of the street, inadvertently blocking the access to the cramped passage ahead. Electrician Zaki is 75. Ali, a marketeer, is 34. The older gent identifies the gali's current silence as its consistent characteristic. He recalls his days as a child. This gali would...