Hauz Khas Series – A House in the Village, Chapter 7
Life in Delhi’s prettiest neighborhood.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
The sun leaves the December sky. The air empties of all sounds. The lake by the village crystallizes into utter solitude.
The Delhi Walla is walking around Hauz Khas lake. Although visible from my roof, it is stirring up feelings only at this close vicinity — the entire place is drenched in magic. The 14th century ruins of Feroze Shah Tughlaq’s tomb are darkening into soft shadows, while the lake’s cold surface is filling up with twilight shades. Two ducks are paddling on its orange blaze.
Close by, a tree lies half-marooned, near a partially-sunken boat, and a pair of long slender twigs stand erect in the water like lonely night-shift guards.
Elsewhere, four women are sitting together; their backs turned towards the lake.
A much younger woman is standing alone by a shrub.
The sky blackens and the partially-sunken boat ceases to be visible. Nothing seems to be lost; yet the village becomes (briefly) the most poignant place in Delhi.
Twilight in Hauz Khas