Fair Trail: Waiting for Pictures
It usually is a tough job to wait for pictures. After a frame is decided in the mind, after objects are placed across, after the technology is taken care of, the wait seems disturbing, that is if sometimes in the sun, but rewarding at the end of the day, sometimes weeks.
These historic monuments across India must have been bustling with activity centuries ago. What did the people do then? This interests me to infinite proportions. Did they really own those shops 300 years ago as the current generation advertises the facts outside their shops? Did his great great grandfather really sell pea-hens at the Eastern gate of the masjid as Bhagat says? Did Karim, seated on a mat, sell biryani for Emperor Aurangzeb's troops ages ago? I wish I was a dervish living for several hundred years to find those answers and jotting these micro observations down in calligraphic hand! Maybe I would have bought a Persian horse, a piece of marble, garlic, and a roll of silk.