The Dakhini realm

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!