On the floor of the langar hall at Gurdwara Bangla Sahib, strangers sit side by side in long rows and share the same dal and roti, served by volunteers. A short walk away, friends gather under the white colonnades of Connaught Place for coffee that turns into lunch, and in Khan Market a bookshop chat can stretch into dinner.
Beyond the tables, Lutyens laid out wide avenues and roundabouts, and Lodhi Garden fills at dawn with walkers circling old Lodi tombs. Summers are scorching, the monsoon arrives in late June and winters bring cool, foggy mornings. A Local Friend can bring you into their own colony, where the sweet shop and park bench come with names.
