He is the busiest man in Jama Masjid in the evenings. Just a few minutes prior to the time for iftar he can be seen rushing from person to person, from family to family, thrusting a fistful of dates in as many hands as he can manage. Thanks to him I got to eat a few dates too which I was not carrying. On one occasion when he ran out of dates he disappeared for a for bit and then came running back with a large bag full of samosas. They looked so good I nearly died. And he ran again from one to the next, in so much haste, to try and cover as much ground as he could. What a sweet man. Such a kind man.
Wanderings in Delhi 