It is noon in 1967. People mill about Connaught Place’s inner and outer circles, a place everybody knows well. The sky is blue, roads have a beautiful symmetry, and are familiar and well-traversed. The buildings are, at this time, over three decades old, originally developed as a showpiece of Lutyens’ Delhi during the British Raj and today the streets are inhabited by students on cycles, and office-goers on Rajdoots, Fiats, and Ambassadors. The capital is a closed economy, and life is slow.
It is noon in 2017. Connaught Place is a hub for culture and business, and developed almost beyond recognition. Those once-blue skies are shrouded in smog and the lanes and roads are a flurry of activity: vehicles and people, shops and stalls. But even as Connaught Place shapeshifted, there’s a little pocket it contains that’s remained unchanged through the years.