They say Delhi is one of the oldest cities. That its history runs deep. Following the epochs which are piled one on top of the other, one is led futher and futher away from the present. Digging in the backrooms of time you watch the city re create its shape and form. again. and again. death and reencarnation the endless cycle. Jama Masjid monday afternoon. The only thing constant century after century must surely be the sound of frantic pigeon flutterings and the precise colour of red brick against sun.
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