The Delhi reality.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
One morning The Delhi Walla saw a grey-haired man asleep on the pavement just outside the Mughal-era monument of Turkman Gate. The man was covered with a sack. Flies buzzed over him. A slipper lay upturned beside his head.
The man’s body was turned towards a puddle. Plastic packets floated on its black water.
Two more men were asleep nearby.
Life went on. The acceptance of utter destitution keeps our city permanently dark. The idea of a beautiful Delhi is sheer lie.
We the Fallen