City Moment – Buffalo’s Martyrdom, Gali Kuen Wali
The melancholic Delhi instant.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
One morning The Delhi Walla came across a lifeless buffalo in Old Delhi’s Gali Kuen Wali street.
The body was lying upside down. Its mouth was open — the teeth were pure white.
The buffalo had been killed only a few minutes ago. The lane was wet with pale-red blood.
Two men were skinning the animal. One of them had the taut slimness of an athlete. He was dressed in black. The muscles of his arms were moving like a rail engine’s connecting rods. His expressions were that of a carpenter at work.
The area’s children had gathered around the buffalo. They watched wide-eyed as the men started to carve out meat cuts from the body. (One little girl was smiling.) Suddenly, the slim man turned his gaze towards the blood-stained street. His entire body froze in mid-action. The muscled man remained in that position for a few seconds, and then went back to his task. It was a sad and beautiful moment.
Rest in peace