The winter sun cast a rosy glow on the pale red stones of the minaret. Shading my eyes, I followed its length, marvelling at the intricate carvings on it. People posed against the fence that rings the monument for photos. I followed suit and clicked a few of my own. Later, when I saw the […]
Read more »The pale red stone monument seemed golden in the morning light. It made for a beautiful sight – tall, proud and immeasurably patriotic. Tourists, like me, thronged around the area, marvelling at this British monument which has now become a symbol of everything India. Even so, it filled my heart with pride – and grief […]
Read more »The fort appeared tall and majestic. A sea of red against the myriad colours of the city. I craned my neck to examine the tall gate as we walked towards the entrance to the fort. Lahori gate, the imposing, beautiful flame-coloured entrance to the fort towered over me. I was in the majestic city of […]
Read more »I walked along the small path, sticking to the shade of the trees. Birds squawked and sang from the dense camouflage. Next to the parapet walls, the Sabarmati River flowed silently; the early morning sun scattered on its surface, lighting up the water in hundreds of shades. The Sabarmati Ashram is tranquil, an abode of […]
Read more »I ran my hand over the sandstone pillars, slightly awed by their grandeur. Intricate carvings and geometric floral designs were etched into the stone. Despite the afternoon heat outside, it was relatively cool inside. Sunlight streamed inside the well, lighting it up in a brilliant golden shade, but the narrow staircases, which led to the […]
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