The new-age Delhi, or appropriately, Delhi NCR, is a hustling bustling example of sky grown malls and cheesy flatery fancied café bars.
A friend of mine happen to stop by Delhi for a weekend and his only interest, contrary to the many, was exploring the ruins by peeling open the mysteries that circled him once due to a YouTube video that was surfaced by a foreign tourister claiming the discovery of Hindu symbols in the Qutub complex. And so started our journey to experience the magnificence of the old relics at Delhi.
We dish-dashed our way through the ever-so buzzing young bloods of the selfie-crowd. Astonishingly, it was a forgivingly calmer weather as no throats ran dry, apparently the only witness – the ever chirpy swarms of crowd in July.
We went to Safdarjung tomb, which is very well preserved and has garden and water canal surrounded by all four sides. It was lot calmer than anticipated. We wondered how come such marvelous place get so less visitor, despite half the ticket price than Qutub minar.
We came by the Lodhi Garden. A compostion of quaint little relic gardens – is a huge spaced cherry to the eye, with people parched over scattered and timid in their own world of conversation. Some orchestral, some doing solo hyms and some others doved-in lip-locked or arm-in-arm, getting cheesy with the weather setting-in, as the orange ball of fire prepared to set in the west.
Peace is not meant for the riches nor those who lay dead. The picture says it all. No matter how disabled, how depended, how muted an animal may seem, within it, lies an immense power bank of Love, that drives just not it’s own instinct, but even moves the paramount of conscience – we humans.