Cela fait maintenant 3 jours que je suis en Inde, et j’ai vécu plus de choses en 3 jours que ce que j’ai l’habitude de vivre en 1 année. J’ai faillis mourir 8 fois dans un taxi 🚕, j’ai faillis me faire arnaquer à 5h du matin dans une petite ruelle pourrie, j’ai vu une femme se faire tabasser par son mari avec qu’il tenaient leurs enfants dans les bras... mais j’ai aussi vu la simplicité de certaines personnes, le fait de sourire tout le temps lorsqu’ils apprécient quelque chose, et partout tout je m’aperçois encore plus l’importance de partager... On a tendance à l’oublier au quotidien, mais chaque journée bonne ou mauvaise, est remplie de jolies petites choses, de jolis petits moments qu’il est important de remarquer! Alors je vous met au défi: à partir d’aujourd’hui, souriez minimum 2 fois par jour en essayant de trouver quel est le point positif dans ce que vous vivez ❤️
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The customary winter drafts blew through the crowded streets of this part of Old Delhi, bringing with it the aroma of spiced meat being cooked and the smoky smell of coal being burnt in the tandoors. Behind us the minarets at the centuries’ old mosque blared the Azaan, the name of God reverberating around us, echoing through the clogged up streets. We make our way through the intricate network of channels and manoeuvre through the throngs of people clad in kurta pyjamas,responding to the call for prayer who are rushing towards the masjidin one direction while we simultaneously walk in the opposite.
The sun above us shone hazily, its rays hardly reaching the surface to provide us enough warmth. Old men with their thick beards burnt old newspapers and pieces of wood to keep themselves warm. Little children huddled around the fire, throwing in pieces of paper and laughing as the fire rapidly engulfed all that was thrown in with much haste.
This part of the walled city never rests. The eateries are open till late in the night, feeding hungry stomachs from near and far. Array of shops line both sides of the road, each shop living its own separate life. These shops which were once a part of the Sultan’s bazaar, continue their trade well into the night, when the lights overhead dangle in the cool winter breeze. The winding streets are lined up with numerous restaurants and stores on either side, catering to the locals and to the tourists
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Dastaan - e - Dilli (The stories of Delhi)
Delhi. A city which houses millions of secrets spreading over centuries of history, has always been exhilarating in its own way.
Two vagabonds bring to you the various stories about its towns, its people, its streets, its perfect juxtaposition of old and new manifesting itself in the form of its architecture, its history and its unseen and unknown places.
Do you love pretty doors as much as I do? This door belongs to one of the beautiful nine houses which were built in the 18th century near the famous Chandni Chowk market in Old Delhi. If this door could talk, I wonder of the tales it would tell.
Travel tip: A few times we hired a rickshaw or a cab driver to take us around, they took detours to bring us to “shops with good deals”. Don’t feel bad about letting them know in advance that you have an itinerary and would rather not make unplanned stops. ✋🏻
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Lost in Old Delhi market .🇮🇳❤️
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Having no direction in Old Delhi Market .🇮🇳❤️
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Making new friends all over the world .🇮🇳 🌍
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Amazing patterns with such details in India’s palaces .🇮🇳❤️
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Hello India .🇮🇳❤️
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Nina got so excited with this elephant ❣️✨🐘❤️🇮🇳
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Colours and feelings in Jaipur .🇮🇳❤️
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Follow us in incredible India .🇮🇳❤️
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