A Grand-daughter’s journey to delve into Delhi Tourism
As I stood, all alone, deciphering the faded contours of a very old post card with Qutub Minar embellished over it, I found myself wondering. Decades back, my grand-mother had travelled to India, young and hearty in her 20s. Little souvenirs, dating back to her era of Delhi sightseeing, still consumed the wallpaper of her room. It felt as if her journey was never over. It still went on.
Sometimes, it is difficult to reveal what acts as a catalyst, the final push towards making you travel to an unknown new land. In spite of being 22 years old, I always felt too naive and young to travel. But when it came to exploring the tourist destinations in Delhi, I somehow felt ready for it.
Yes, it did feel as if the entire universe was conspiring, to make it happen. And as my grandma kept saying, ‘You need to fall in love with the city to survive it.’ Perhaps, I was ready for love. Who knows?
Finally being embraced by the chill, penetrating my bones, outside the International Airport in New Delhi, I headed towards my hotel in Connaught Palace, the famous commercial and business destination in the capital.
After resting for some time, my rendezvous with Delhi Tourism started with the Red Fort. The massive red sandstone walls of majestic Red Fort, which had been the abode of Mughal emperors for 200 years, felt like some other world to me. Fortunately, I got an interesting Delhi tourist guide, who revealed that it took 10 years to complete this fort’s construction, starting from 1638.
After delving into the historic value of Red Fort, it was time to explore Chandni Chowk. Chaotic, colourful and captivating, the narrow lanes of Chandni Chowk are known for being visited by the merchants of Holland, China and even Turkey. It is rightly said that the best appetizing cuisines of Delhi can be tasted only here, starting with the famous Paranthe wali Gali. My Delhi Travel Agent took me to the best shops and took great care of me, as I tiptoed on the crowded lanes.
Slowly, as the day started to approach its end, I headed for Lotus Temple, one of the majestic architectural marvels. Permeating a meditative quality to its ambiance, there are simply innumerable narratives involved with the bewitching construction of this temple, devoted to Bahai religion. Thus, if you too are running after peace of mind, you must explore this hotspot out of all the other Delhi tourist attractions.
Perhaps, it was the next day that was about to bring the magic in my life. Yes, I headed towards exploring the Qutub Minar, the world’s tallest brick minaret. Soaking in the winter sun, I felt as a part of the vintage post card of my grandmother, imaging myself in it.
It made me feel very elated perhaps fulfilled. Sometimes, struggling with words can just reveal the beauty of a feeling that cannot be penned down. It was different and charismatic. Towards the end of the day, I went out to explore the mini-Europe in Delhi in the famous Hauz Khas Village.
That was just the start. I stayed in Delhi for more than a month. Collected post-cards, stationery items, jewelleries, attires and what not, as I kept exploring it. It all felt like a dream then, and even now.