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To the stranger Delhi may appear like a gangrenous accretion of noisy bazaars and mean-looking hovels growing round a few tumble-down forts and mosques along a dead river.
“Ruins proclaim the past splendour of an ancient monument.’”
Passions have made mortals of us men If men were not slaves of passion They would have been Gods, each one.
