A rain puddle is lying on the stone floor of Fatehpuri Masjid, this evening here in Old Delhi. The rain had stopped some hours ago. In the unmoving water stands one of the mosque’s domes, upside down. The actual tower is somewhere above. Now a bare foot enters the frame from one side, see photo.
At D Block in Connaught Place’s Inner Circle, a Sunday morning cricket tournament is carrying on in the rain. The plaza has a shallow film of water spread across the paving. The wickets are yellow. Their reflection stands complete in the water, alongside the blurred reflections of the players. A batsman swings his bat as two players run towards the ball. Above them, rain is falling through the tree leaves. Below them, for a few moments, the cricket match is being played a second time. Outside Ajmeri Gate, near New Delhi railway station, plastic bags and a discarded paper cup are floating in dirty brown rainwater that is stinking of urine. Beneath them appears the reflection of the centuries-old gateway, its stone battlements descending towards the discarded cup.
