The world of yesterday.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
The old rusting car stood under a tree. Its grille was broken. The bonnet and the roof were covered with dry leaves. The windows were rolled up. The doors were locked. The steering wheel was cobwebbed.
The Delhi Walla came across a discolored Premier Padmini outside a bungalow in Defence Colony. It was a rare sighting. This car is no longer in production. It is also no longer seen on the roads.
One could see through the grimy windows that the seats were coated with thick layers of dust. The rear glass exhibited the dense foliage on the other side of the car. Through the windows, even those green leaves looked dusty and lifeless, but also mysterious as if imbued with yesterday’s secrets.
Our present looked like our past.
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