New Delhi, Sept. 9 --

It was a Saturday evening. The evening sun was lazily slipping down far away behind the huge line of trees and buildings. I could hear the koels on the tree just behind our house, start their singing in tandem, one following the other. Some children on the street in front of our house were shouting in their strident voices, as they were putting their best into the street cricket there. I spotted the old baker on his moped, busy selling loaves of bread and cookies to the womenfolk of our neighborhood, all crowded around him. A few women were sweeping the ground just outside their homes and drawing different kolam designs. Saturday is beautiful this way, as I get to see all this. Since my job has a five-day working p...