Disclaimer: My lens aperture got all miotic on me during the old city part of the sojourn. Yet a part of me is sure that a visual encounter with the Qutb-Shahi’s city did happen. That dreamy encounter would religiously occupy the contents of another post.
A Gentle cauldron of culture—
part stone, part water.
A city that has seen the world:
from Chalukyas to the Nizams,
from the Brits to TRS.
History is but a spontaneity,
tradition is in surplus,
the Biryani is but a symptom—
of Hyderabad’s vivid persona.
Caustic capitalism yet has a say,
even here,
in the most unlikeliest of markets!
