While exploring the gali Dariba of Chandni Chowk during winters, the sight of white cloud of cream with a hint of yellow is quite amazing just like sun rays glinting in the vast sky covered with white clouds. For a street food lover, the sight of savouries in the heaven of street food is delighting. The cloud of white cream covered with muslin cloth invites me to taste it. I approach the vendor although a little apprehensive about the dish.
Manoeuvring past the hustle bustle of Chandni Chowk and reminiscing over the Mughal magnificence and splendour that was once Shahjahanabad, I am reminded of the 19th century poet Mirza Ghalib. Though there have been numerous shopping and eating trips to Chandni Chowk but these never extended beyond Nai Sarak. This time keen to visit the abode of Ghalib, with his couplet in heart, “Woh aaye ghar mein hamaare khuda ki kudrat hai, Kabhee hum unko, kabhee apne ghar ko dekhte