Late night melody.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
One late night The Delhi Walla is walking down Aurangzeb Marg, a boulevard in central Delhi. Named after a Mughal emperor, it is lined with bungalows of Very Important People, including the ambassador of Netherlands. His bungalow was once the property of Muhammed Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan.
Since it is almost midnight, the four-lane road is empty. It is washed with the yellow of street lamps. The rich people and their servants are inside their houses. The houses are hidden behind a dense cover of gigantic trees. The pavement is crowded with the shadows of these trees. The rest is silence.
Suddenly, a car approaches from The Claridges hotel. It makes a soft whirring sound that fades out the next instant. Another car comes. Then another. Blur after blur. A cyclist. An auto rickshaw. A car. The road is empty again. So much life, gone so soon. Silence regained. It’s a beautiful moment.
Song of the road