Some gentle strains of music could be heard from a window above. It was appealing to step out of the Delhi hubbub and explore. The staircase wound around and led to a silhouetted wine bar.

A group of lads sat sharing beers and banter. A couple sat in one corner quietly chatting, perhaps stolen moments together.  The balcony stools made a charming viewing platform with the backdrop of  the ancient ruins and the verdant oasis. The young  lady sang out in a mellifluous voice, the pure, fresh notes of an old Hindi song that never fail to strum at the heart strings.

I could not help eavesdropping on the lads’ conversation. Another city, another language, another culture. A culture I was born into and yet so excitingly alien. All brought together in the dark serenity of this inner sanctum.


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