Photo Essay – The Empty Banquet Hall, Pahari Bhojla
Scenes of silence.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
The blue-robed chairs are neatly arranged around tables that are covered with white clothes. This must be the setting for a formal sit-down dinner but there is no one.
One evening The Delhi Walla enters a public hall in Pahari Bhojla, a congested Walled City locality. The street is humming with streets sounds of the evening, but inside–utter peace. The hall has roughly-carved pillars; parts of the walls are fashioned into arched designs. It is summer, yet it is not warm. Low-hanging ceiling fans are standing still. The staircase go past paan-stained walls.
Large steel tubs, filled with clean dinner plates, are lying discretely in one corner. There are also black water tanks.
This is a world that seems to promise no change. But that is a false assurance. The guests will perhaps soon start to come. With them will come their respective cities. The quietude will then become history.
The beauty of emptiness
All these cloth covers and decorations, a fire hazard, disaster waiting to happen.
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