the Lodi Garden

It may be the way the air chills softly under great neem trees, cackling with parakeets, or the eagles that swoop calmly over the roses as the sun sets. Bamboos create archways between fields dotted with the crumbling stone of tombs from empires past. The scent of jasmine lifts the air from the smell of wet earth. The chaiwallah calls from behind you, offering tea to warm the winter evening. Geese squawk on the pond. Lovers sit in silence. Lawns stretch before nightfall. A dog trots by.

It is still the most beautiful urban park I have seen anywhere – anywhere! The Lodi Garden is a meditation unto itself and an oasis in the midst of the polluted chaos of Delhi.

I would love to be more ambitious, but if you asked me what I want to do on vacation, the truth is that a nice lunch in Khan Market and a walk in the Lodi Garden is just fine, thanks. Nothing else.

I have taken the same pictures over the years, but I never tire of the park. It will always remind me of irreverent and questioning writer, Khushuwant Singh, who most evenings sat quietly here in the Lodi Garden to observe nature – for doing so was the better than any “silly” religious practice.

Sit quietly. 30-minutes. Watch nature. Everyday.

It was on a visit five years ago that I think I found his bench. 😉

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A native of Chicago, Ricky Toledano has lived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil for over twenty years as a writer, translator and teacher. [a]multipicity is multi-lingual collection of reflections through the humanities.

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