Made it inside the Red Fort today. Based on what few of my
friends had said, I wasn’t expecting much. I think in my mind I had pictured an
open park-like space surrounded by the ruins of the red walls. This, before I read
the one page description my guidebook had on it, while on the metro. The actual
thing was much grander than what I had imagined, and it totally exceeded my
expectations at all levels (yes, even expectations raised post-guidebook). On
retrospect, I should have got the audio tour and this gives me a reason to visit
again – I feel a guided tour will definably be worth it.
Having now read half of William Dalrymple’s City of Djinns,
I have a new found fascination for Old Delhi, and all the history and gory
stories behind it. Visiting the Red Fort has further accentuated that sense of
wonder. Although bang at the centre of the chaotic Old Delhi, once inside the
fort you actually forget that there is much going out right outside the walls. And
while there, I kept thinking this might only be a glimpse of what Old Delhi
used to be. The beauty, the splendour and poetry that seem to ooze out of every
corner must have been everywhere before the hard times came! It’s times like
these I wish I was born much before my time.

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