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Wednesday started as usual with the routine morning jog with my cousin, where I have this tendency of putting my ankles at the mercy of the park’s rugged terrain. But somehow I managed to escape the jogging session with my ankles intact.
Back home, I got a call from one of my closest friend asking me to hop along for lunch at Hauz Khas village. I completed my post graduation from one of India’s most coveted institutes located near Hauz Khas. I always heard my batchmates singing praises about the place, but I never managed to reach the ‘village’ part of it. I decided to join her for lunch and asked her to meet me at New Delhi’s most cherished meeting point — Connaught Place — which is currently in a shambles. I happened to reach before and decided to grab a couple of orchids for my friend from a florist who stays open 24X7. Done with picking up the flowers, I was stepping out of the florist’s shop when he called me up from behind to fill up a feedback form. With my face turned one side and my feet the other, I landed awkwardly on my right ankle, tweaking it. I could feel a gush of pain in my ankle.
With a couple of orchids in my hand, I somehow managed to limp my way into the bustling Rajiv Chowk metro station. A direct, crowded metro got us to Green Park from where an auto-rickshaw took us to our destination.
At first look, Hauz Khas village looked like your average hangout zone, nestled safely next to the Hauz Khas fort. But as you start walking inside those narrow decorated alleys you get to see the real side of the village. There is an armada of stores inside. The first one that caught my eye was a shop located in a basement. The entrance of the shop was laden with posters from yesteryear Bollywood flicks. Everything from Mother India to Mughal-e-azam.
Our first stop was the magnificent Kuzart Lane — an art gallery cum café. The entrance to the lane is spell bounding. A dark alley illuminated with numerous light bulbs hanging from the roof, perfectly placed in one line. On either side of the lane are two walls, which have been decorated with paintings from various artists. Most of them would be a treat for any art lover as they are available at much cheaper prices than the original price which is of course mentioned on every painting that is clinging to the colourful wall.
The café is in itself a separate entity. It has been built and designed exquisitely. The walls painted in the form of a huge bird which bears beautiful colours. On the other wall in the café are two unique guitars: each with a painting etched onto it. The menu has a variety of snacks, main course meals and sparkling beverages to go along with it and add to it the melodious playlist that keeps producing one track after the other. The Kuzart café shouldn’t chalk out much out of your pocket.
After a hefty lunch at the Kuzart, we wandered again, though, this time to find another place called Elma’s Bakery. It sounded pretty neat to me, whereas my friend was anxious to see and try the bakery as she had read about it quite frequently.
Anyone who is looking for calmness along with a pinch of class should definitely pay visit to Elma’s Bakery. Albeit, a tad expensive, it is worth every single penny.
These are just two of the many places that the Hauz Khas village has to offer. And at the end of the day, the pain in the ankle really didn’t matter. I am sure to return to the village for more experiences, if nothing but to buy a few vintage Bollywood posters.