Papa-ji, buy me an ice-cream cone
One of the nicest things that happened to us as children was to go to India Gate with our father and have an ice-cream. I remember it was a pleasant place and the Gate always looked so special. The grass was all around and people sat enjoying the evening air. We felt safe and happy. Later I took I my own children there.
But now there are barricades and no grass to sit on. Everything is disappearing.
Kusum Haidar