[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
One extremely humid August afternoon The Delhi Walla stepped into Lodhi Garden. Large parts of the park were immersed under water.
The sky was overcast with black clouds. It must have rained.
Some of the benches on which lovers sit and kiss each other had become islands. The pot-bellied walkers had to take a diversion since pieces of the jogging track too had disappeared under rain water.
On one of the dry patches, a young woman in a red sari was holding the hands of a young man in a black shirt. They were looking into each other’s eyes. Behind them stood a centuries-old tomb.
Nearby, another young couple was walking under a wet tree, their arms entwined. They were overtaken by a jogger with large white earphones – he was carrying a notepad.
Under another tree, a middle-aged man was doing basic stretches. He was completely drenched in sweat; his slim assistant stood at a distance, holding his master’s belt, mobile phone, umbrella and visiting cards.
Mausam Bhawan, the office of the Indian Metrological Department, lies just across the road from the park. The electrical notice board at its gate predicted the next day’s forecast for Delhi: “Generally cloudy sky. Light rains/thunderstorms could occur in some areas.”
More rain expected