But I also have seen that for the past couple of years the Delhiwallah is slowly discovering the pleasures of cotton. The chiffon organza brigade is still around, but the polyester princesses are slowly discarding their synthetics for summer frocks and loose shirts. The men are getting to be comfortable in cotton pantaloons and open necked shirts. Bad taste is not exactly the word. It is an uncouth chutzpah, the sheepish defiance of a hockey player on the golf course.
Winter masks a lot of lines and odours with mist and perfumes while summer is more naked and direct.
Will this Delhi summer make an Indian summer, one wonders. He is also the author of Scream of the Dragonflies , a collection of short stories.