One golden afternoon when the stones were so hot they burnt your feet, the air so warm you could melt, and people so happy that, with them, you too began to believe you could fly.
The story of Delhi as I see it
The story of Delhi as I see it
One golden afternoon when the stones were so hot they burnt your feet, the air so warm you could melt, and people so happy that, with them, you too began to believe you could fly.
Wanderings in Delhi 