Today, we decided to explore Old Delhi or Purani Dilli. Purani Delhi is an area in the Central Delhi district, founded as the walled city Shahjahanabad in 1648. Our intent? Immerse ourselves in the culture, bathe ourselves in the sounds and smells of this historic and culturally rich part of the city.
The contrast between new and old Delhi was evident even before the subway escalator made it to street level, as the pungent smell of thick humid air cascaded down the ascending stairs. On the street, we were assaulted by the abrasive and constant honking of horns blown by motorcycles, cars, taxis, and tuk-tuks, all vying for space on the narrow streets filled with rickshaws, people, dogs, and cats.
We weaved our way past the fruit stands and small open shops to the bazaar that marked our arrival at Jama Masjid of Delhi, one of the largest mosques in India. Before entering the mosque, I removed my shoes and was fitted with a long fabric tied around my waist to cover my exposed knees. I never stop to marvel at the power of any place of worship. The gathering of people in a place to bare their souls, receive healing for their wounds, comfort for their troubled hearts, and relief from their heavy burdens touches the very core of my spirituality.
Across religions and cultures, we strive to connect with our higher power and desire to know we are not alone. I sat quietly for a short while and connected with the humanity of the moment and my God. The remainder of the day was spent trekking through endless narrow streets. We were led by our self-appointed guide, who simply walked up and began explaining the history while directing us through the garment and spice districts. He was actually very knowledgeable and very engaging and at the mere cost of 100 Rupees, 12 US dollars, well worth it.
After 7 hours of managing the manic streets and shops, we retreated by subway back to New Delhi for an authentic Indian dinner at a recommended restaurant. We closed out the day in the cool comfort of a Starbucks for coffee and a couch. What, disappointed? Trust me, before heading back to the shared bunk beds and community showers of our hostel, a moment of self-indulgence was greatly deserved.
Tomorrow, we will head to Agra and the Taj Mahal, the second leg of the Golden Triangle part of our journey.
by David Kelton Starks
In these pages, you’ll encounter the raw and unfiltered emotions of a journey marked by resilience and triumph.
In these pages, you’ll encounter the raw and unfiltered emotions of a journey marked by resilience and triumph.
