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A Sunset at Humayun’s Tomb.

A Sunset at Humayun’s Tomb by Manan Kathuria

A tree was being cut, as it was half hanging after the storm hit Dilli. The Indian Ticket Window was closed and the tickets were given from the Foreigner’s side. It wasn’t crowded because of Dilli’s heat, I guess, but people from all walks of life were there. Some seeking solace, some clicking pictures, some lost in their own world, some seeing their inner reflections in the small pond, some reading a book to find themselves, some brewing love stories and some remembering the past. Surprisingly, you won’t see any tourist guides running after you there. It’s an exploration in itself.

We missed the Isa Khan’s tomb which lies on the right and went straight towards Humayun’s Tomb because it was time for sunset and all we had was half an hour to explore the whole of it.

Humayun’s Tomb is an epitome of love and the quintessence of belongingness. Haji Begum built the tomb in the memory of her loving husband Humayun, and it is known to be the first garden tomb, built around 1570. The trees of the complex have aged more than the people living in this century at the moment. As we walk the steep stairs and reach the upper floor, the mesmerising view showcases us the greenery which compliments the tomb. Sadly, a palm tree lies on the ground, in its beauty after separation. It looks as if the peacock has opened it’s feathers for one last time.

As we enter the inner complex, where the graves are situated, pigeons find refuge in small corners. A fire lamp hangs in the middle and jharokas are made with intricate patterns. The sunlight enters through the complex from almost all the sides.

As we walk around the outer complex, we see ponds, water streams, lavish green gardens but also damaged trees, which cannot be fixed. The sun fills the void of some, but some lie on the ground, next to the graves. Some stand still, some wait for rebirth. It is all about hope, perseverance and the beauty hidden in it, waiting to be found. It’s just life that surrounds us in our way of living in the realities of it, even if we live in a romanticising world...ouch.

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