Where I Go

Where I Go: Reading Among Readers

In India, Weekly Reading Clubs Offer a Sense of Community and Belonging

Where I Go: Reading Among Readers | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

I entered the Lodhi Gardens through Gate 1, as I’d been instructed, and approached the monument. A city park spread over 90 acres in New Delhi, the gardens contain the tombs of medieval rulers of the Delhi Sultanate and today serve as a popular destination for walking and hanging out. I found myself facing a tomb with a dome on top, with people ranging in age from university students to those in their early 30s sprawled all around. Some reclined on mats; others simply lay on the grass. Everyone was …

by Ankush Pal |

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