To walk through Khan Market is to navigate a living, breathing paradox. It is a place where the air, thick with the scent of old books, rich coffee, and the faint, clean smell of luxury perfumes, tells a story that is at once profoundly Indian and strikingly global. It is a microcosm of the nation’s capital, a stage where history, commerce, aspiration, and survival perform a complex, daily dance. On one...