The gaieties of uttarayan had left us seeking a relatively relaxed sunday,but we didnt wanna just veg out at home considering my time there was shortening by the day.
We hadn't seen the older side of a'bad and after giving it a thought we weren't sure if we wanted go there on a sunday,when the commercial centres overflow with energy(not the kind i'd wanna embrace on a lazy holiday),crowd and navigational chaos.But we couldn't think of anything else.
I didnt have a vague idea of how busy the 'gallis' would be when we stopped our rickshaw at manek chowk and embarked upon our journey by foot.
From what was a pleasantly warm start our lil sojourn thwarted into a land of colorful spices,fruits and nuts,fabrics and embroidery 'pattis'.Being on the verge of turning into ochlophobic i was subcnsciously trying to pace up to reach the monumental quietness when my friend Sujata lost me.After doing a few jumps with my bright red cardigan in hand we made way out.Slowly pacing through the main road leading to Teen darwaza i learnt that these three arched entrances are of the ten built to enter the fort of ahmadabad.
Walking with Su made it so easy for me to look past the dirt and grit and to engross myself in our historical trivia,trying to find out more about curios that came our way,talking with the vendors(some of who insisted i take a picture of them),constantly looking above my eye level to see the juxtapositioning of the old and new and to gather many smiles from new friends i made that i will probably not meet again!
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| Dexterous arrangement of cashew blew me away |
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| Teen Darwaza |
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