Secondly, architecture is not my thing. I never know how to click it. And something as complicated as the Jantar Mantar is way off my league. I kept wondering why I have never seen anything from DK on that place.
Thirdly, I was not understanding the physics of it either. Not that I needed to, but it’s always nice to understand a place that you’re visiting.
Anyway, I clicked nonetheless. Spent an hour still. Met an interesting guy too. His name was Saroj and was a final year student at the National School of Drama. And quite dramatic – he had studied science and hotel management, and then had run away from his home three times to become an actor in Mumbai. Then some sense prevailed. His parents were visiting him from Orissa, and they were damn sweet too. Very simple people, even simpler smiles.
He gave me 10 precious minutes too. I would never have climbed the second long set of stairs if it wasn’t for him. But after he left, I enjoyed myself sitting right on top. The sun was penetrating my skin, but the wind was nice enough to even it out.
I needed to get out of the house, and I did. I wonder if I take my freedom for granted. It is precious, and I love it.