In one of the historical markets of Old Delhi is a road; often touted as the busiest and the most dangerous one in the city. It has a life of its own, its own alter egos black-and-white. Garstin Bastion Road they call it, named after some forgotten hero of the British Army. The government struggled to gloss over it by giving a saintlier nomenclature, the name ‘GB road’ stuck, like sins of the past.  In daylight, the place is a nerve centre of commercial activity. Vehicles crowd the area in the peak hours as it is the artery road that connects the Railway Station with the interiors. There is also a run of the consumers at the wholesale hardware shops on the ground floor of the market. Very few normal women come to this side of the market and those who show up are careful, very, very careful. “Don’t stare up…