The morning crowd.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
There were no women but there were many little girls – along with their fathers — on way to the Jama Masjid to offer prayers. It was the morning of Eid and The Delhi Walla was in Old Delhi. I was making my way through people who were heading towards the grand Mughal-era mosque.
In Matia Mahal, I spotted a man with a grey beard and a purple balloon. He was walking close to a boy who was dressed in an electric red kurta; another boy was in a shining green jacket.
Nearby, an auto-rickshaw driver was sitting in his auto rickshaw. Instead of the mandatory grey uniform, he wore a silk salwar suit embroidered with floral designs.
At Chitli Qabar Chowk, I came across a little boy attired in black coat and pants, red shirt, black tie, and a white topi.
Close by walked a little girl in brown sunglasses, though the sky was overcast and it was drizzling. She had a green hat that was fitted with a plastic sunflower.
Another little girl was in pink lehenga. She was in her father’s arms.
As I neared Turkman Gate, I saw a young girl in pink frock and rubber slippers. She was begging.
Towards the mosque
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