It is dawn when the sun peers through behind a flock of birds over this way, Gateway of India. His shadow overlooks my courtyard heart. Over the years since the twentieth century , when he was born out of courtesy to welcome the British monarchs to finally leading his youth to celebrate India’s independence.
He has been an epitome of grace, valour and positivity. Having a grand stature, he has enjoyed the native fishermen company, visits of the royals and ministers and witness to countless army battalions. Even the Arabian Sea loves to walk her way leading to him.
His effervescent presence enticed even the beautiful Taj Mahal Palace to stay just few blocks away. Well, he is quite a gentleman that he smiles and welcomes every visitor and captures their attention, sharing pleasantries of peace and friendship.
Even in times of despair like the bomb blasts of 2003 and terror attacks of 26/11 attack, he stood strong guarding the city gateway and hoping to safeguard the people. He tries to stay away from the hypocrites who flock nearby making false claims to others. This man has been witness to both Highs and lows of society; the festive, the triumphs and also sad incidents like murders and eve teasing.
Today, while he is surrounded by jetties, the hullabaloo of the locals and foreigners , he cares for the activists , campaigners who have gathered for a cause to transform, ignite minds and remind them of the facts they usually ignore blaming the hectic schedules.
He wears a distinct smile throughout the day for the visitors who seek to capture him for keepsake, for the street vendors and photographers to earn a living and be proud of their work. Even after a long day, he doesn’t bogged up by the illumination he is bestowed at night even after all these years.
I feel words aren’t enough to pay tribute to this Jewel of the city. And well, if you wonder about me, then I am his constant companion where you flock to catch a glimpse of him, kneel to take a perfect pose, gather your bags for a scenic experience.
Yes , I am that courtyard before him whom I ardently gaze at my beloved to the pages of history, the print of the present and ink of the future.
If you like my work, Support my Blog on Patreon
Copyright©2020-18th June by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited) Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Pexels. I don’t claim any of its rights.