When the sun was my friend and trees my guardians
Took this from atop the old, tall tower (one of the two next to the main sanctum of Jama Majid). It takes an eternity to climb that staircase to reach here (XXXL people are advised not to try it) and then an eternity to forget the sight you see once you’re at the top. Old Delhi is and old charmer for eternity.
So i had gone down, half-asleep, to throw out the garbage when i spotted my building’s guard in this space. I immediately rushed back upstairs, pulled out my cam and came down to take this shot. Such excitement early in the morn, made my day. :D
His name is Prem Singh and he’s a sweet, nimble person who talks to everyone with a consistent politeness. :)
Clicked at one of the still surviving and oldest coffee shops in Delhi. They don’t even bother you if you don’t place an order here. They just give you a space to tune in, unwind and get in touch with things usually forgotten.
Oh and probably the only left that i’ve come across which still has “paisas” on its menu.
Living in Exile
I’m sitting here in the boring room
It’s just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I’m wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I’m hanging around
I’m waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder…


