At early morn, the cold had spread its wings. After prayers, headed to the café opposite the Markaz Masjid
Geared up for meetings. The publisher of The Cool Breeze From Hind, my earlier travelogue, was in Daryaganj area close to Jama Masjid
We set our first trip to Jama Masjid in the Auto. Squeezed ourselves and let go the roller-coaster ride
Roads here followed the Darwinian theory of Survival of the Fittest, literally only. That meant, survival of those fit in size. Easy for small vehicles, bad for buses and the like.
Laundries here are generally open air. India as a massive powerhouse lives on power optimization; even solar energy is not wasted. Allah bless for such Delhi.
School kids are stuffed into cycle rickshaws, not a sweet scene to witness. But they enjoy it, nevertheless. Humans can find joy, even in pain.
We arrived at the Gate 1 of Jama Masjid at 1130. We walked around the streets looking for a stationary item.
Crowd is too tiny a word to describe the massive numbers of people around. But everyone moved: cars, people and even animals.
An old lady in pauper bought food and gave to the cats around her to eat. She hugged the cats and fondled them. Can’t say further on her state of mind. But her generosity was undoubtedly angelic.
Face-styling services are rendered live. The barber shaves in the open air. Economics may call this space-optimization.http://www.jaihoon.com/3784.htm
(to be continued)