Delhi

Dust rises before the monuments appear. That is how Delhi introduces itself. In the capital of the Delhi state, history does not sit behind glass. It stands in traffic. Mughal domes, British avenues, glass towers in New Delhi, and bazaars that still trade like it is 1850. The city shifts block by block. One turn leads to wide diplomatic roads, the next into spice-scented lanes where wires hang low and scooters squeeze through impossible gaps. Delhi is not tidy. It is layered. Power and prayer, ruin and glass, silence and sirens, all sharing the same sky.