It is afternoon that day as I walk out of the dargah’s courtyard and on to the road. Just outside are at least a dozen flower sellers. Rose petals, rose garlands, roses sewn into the sheets that cover the graves. Green cloth imprinted with Quranic verses in gold, edged with gilded gotta, black cloth with the picture of Makkah, the Khana Kaba and aayat printed on them. They sell all for the devotees.
