Like my friend Sukalp the photographer said: “…in Delhi you bump into a monument at every turn…”.
And i did bump into a monument, when i went to drop my friend at her posh South Delhi apartment.
A stone throw away from the busy outer ring road of Delhi, this monument, well preserved (or should i say destroyed by excess of preservation), stood alone.
Alone in a park amongst the bungalows & apartments, like another story teller, it looked lost.
What is it? Or Who is it?
I walked around but didn’t find a thing; nor anyone who could translate the stories which ‘it’ shouted so loud!
There were tiny rooms outside, big enough for the traveller to sleep, with iron grills & locks which looked very young.
Inside were many tombs; with Peer Baba’s tomb (so the locals said), in the centre.
A beautiful structure stood above the tomb, to protect the holy man, from the sky!
I looked around, the inquisitive traveller’s eye is hard to control.
And there i found a beautiful carving, on the ceiling of the western wall.
Looks like they prayed here to the one who knows everything.
I closed my eyes, wondering where am I – what time is it? where did i travel to?
A mystery it is, not hard to break – but then i love this mystery, so i leave it for you to resolve…
Read my next clickO note here: Over the hills, to the school
Read my previous clickO note here: Will you lend your ears?