Photos, videos and docs of m̌ ḫ, with the keywords: "Quinon"

A Broken Flower

nobody@ipernity.com (m̌ ḫ) — Mon, 02 Feb 2026 14:52:42 +0000

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Evening Tennis with the India Habitat Centre architecture

nobody@ipernity.com (m̌ ḫ) — Mon, 18 May 2026 17:59:54 +0000

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Air Force Bal Bharati School is in a small institutional pocket of central Delhi where embassies, colleges and cultural centres sit close together. In the evenings its courts often fill with the sound of tennis balls from outside coaching groups, especially Team Tennis India on Lodhi Road, which runs organised sessions here for different ages and levels.

Right next door is the India Habitat Centre, the main cultural hub of the area, easy to spot with its red‑brick buildings. It was planned in the late 1980s and finished in the early 1990s as a modern complex designed to stay cooler, with shaded walkways, courtyards and terraces that still offer some relief in Delhi’s heat. Some parts now look a bit shabby and worn, but that also shows how much people actually use the place: posters on the boards, busy cafés, and regulars who seem to treat it almost like a second home.

Cricket Street Championship

nobody@ipernity.com (m̌ ḫ) — Mon, 02 Feb 2026 12:52:12 +0000

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Boys in India claim whatever space they can find as a cricket ground, just as boys in Europe turn any patch of concrete or grass into a football pitch. A narrow lane between houses, a side street with parked scooters, or a dusty open corner near apartments becomes enough as long as there is room to bowl and swing a bat. The pitch is simply the flattest strip of ground available, and the boundaries are imaginary lines drawn between a doorway, a tree, and a parked car.

Everything is improvised and slightly bent to fit the surroundings. The ball is usually a tennis or rubber ball so that windows and passing people are a little safer, and stumps are whatever stands upright: a backpack, a crate, or three chalk lines on a wall. Rules shift from place to place: one particular balcony might be “out,” a six hit onto a neighbour’s roof might end the innings, and a one‑bounce catch might still count, because nobody wants to lose the ball or break anything. The tight space forces the boys to keep their shots low, find gaps between obstacles, and react quickly when the ball kicks off a stone or edge in the road.

The rhythm around the game feels very similar to street football culture. As school or chores end, someone arrives with a bat, another brings a ball, and teams are picked quickly, usually with a bit of bargaining over who gets the best batter or fastest bowler. Play is filled with chatter: appeals, mock outrage, laughter, and endless arguments over close decisions that are settled by a mix of loudness and compromise. Younger kids start at the edges as fielders, gradually earn a turn to bat, and slowly become part of the core group.

For the boys, these informal matches are more than a way to pass time; they are their daily tournament, a place to copy the stars they see on TV, test themselves against friends, and carve out a little piece of the city where they feel completely at home.

Blurred camera streetphoto

nobody@ipernity.com (m̌ ḫ) — Thu, 15 Jan 2026 18:28:15 +0000

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A lively glimpse of Delhi street life, with people commuting by rickshaw and on foot in the busy city centre. Despite the limitations of a less-than-ideal camera and a few technical imperfections, the image captures the authentic atmosphere of the street and the everyday rhythm of the city.

Ugrasen-ki Baoli / detail

nobody@ipernity.com (m̌ ḫ) — Sat, 03 Jan 2026 17:56:22 +0000

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A closer look at Ugrasen-ki Baoli in the heart of New Delhi, where repeating arches, worn stone, and soft light shape a quiet study in geometry and depth. This historic stepwell, rebuilt during the Delhi Sultanate era and traditionally linked to the legendary king Agrasen, once served as a vital water reservoir and a refuge from the summer heat. Today it stands as a protected monument surrounded by modern office blocks, a fragment of old Delhi’s architecture still holding its own in the contemporary city.

The stepwells (locally known as baolis) like this worked by capturing and storing rainwater and groundwater in a deep, stepped tank, so that people could reach the water level as it rose and fell with the seasons. The descending flights of steps allowed access even in dry months, turning the entire structure into a vertical gauge of scarcity and abundance.

Architecturally, the long corridors, side chambers, and shaded landings created cooler microclimates, offering a place to rest, meet, and escape the sun while collecting water. The thick masonry and partially subterranean design helped regulate temperature, making the baoli as much a social and cultural space as a piece of hydraulic infrastructure.

Ugrasen-ki Baoli

nobody@ipernity.com (m̌ ḫ) — Sun, 04 Jan 2026 07:58:17 +0000

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I took this photo during my return to Delhi after five years — a city that always feels both familiar and new. One of my first stops was Agrasen ki Baoli (also transcribed as Ugrasen), the ancient stepwell that had been among the very first sites I explored when I first came to India. So much has changed since then: its quiet, almost hidden charm has given way to curious crowds and photographers drawn by its fame. I had to see it again, especially for the reopening.

Despite the popularity, this baoli remains a remarkable place — still echoing with history, geometry, and stories that linger in its stone steps. Revisiting it felt like closing a circle, reconnecting with the beginnings of my photographic journey in India .