Winters in Delhi are a sight to behold, truly. So there I was, aimlessly wandering about Lutyen’s Delhi, taking in the scenery in the quiet calm that’s only possible at 6am. Otherwise this place is plagued with glaring honks and whirr of vehicles. The weather was cool, the air – crisp, overflowing with fresh delicate scent of dew.
The most remarkable thing I came across was the aged yet striking building in the midst. It was perhaps regal in the old era; today it’s crumbling away at the edges, still retaining a part of the grandeur in its solitary standing. It’s unoccupied except for nesting birds, a stray puppy running about after a squirrel, and a non-paying tenant – an old security guard – that was sleeping on his tattered mattress on the porch.
There must be a story behind this building. It’s not been converted into a shopping complex or office like others. May be it once belonged to a very important person in Delhi’s history, perhaps India’s future was decided in that large hall. May be this building is now haunted.
I yearned to ask the security guard the tale of this ostensibly eyesore of a dwelling that I find peculiarly fascinating. But it’s pretty early to awaken the guard for my unbridled curiosity.
I walked away with a resolve to come back. After all, this puzzle is as entrancing as any.