On Tangents
I was supposed to be in Agra to photograph Maryam-uz-Zamani's tomb, but I am in Delhi for various reasons. A part of me is sad, and another part is happy because I will travel to the city in February and meet someone I have known for several decades. To add to my joy–or sadness–my friend will drive me, so I will lie back in the car and snore.
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