A few months ago I had been to New Delhi to attend to my personal work at New Zealand embassy. Instead of wasting money on expensive hotel rooms in Chanakyapuri, I stayed in a hotel in Connaught Place. In the evening I decided to go to Palika Bazaar and buy some cotton dresses for my wife and daughter. When I came out of my room I saw a young man who was reading The New Indian Express in the lounge. The next moment I forgot my family and Palika Bazaar.