These are the ruins of an ancient mosque south of Delhi called Qutab Minar. It was one of my favorite sites in India. It's built in an Afghan style, and this huge tower has Arabic script carved on parts of its surface -- but it's the background that's carved away, leaving the script to be protruding. I just liked the way this tower looked. It was in a different style than the tens of Mughal mausoleums (like the Taj) and forts I'd been visiting in Delhi and Agra. Qutab Minar is red, but there's not supposed to be such a pinkish tint in the bottom left. My camera is broken, and the accuracy of photos is erratic -- this is why I gave it to Amar.
This is the Raj Ghat, the place where Gandhi was cremated in Delhi. I really liked this memorial. It's just a block of marble, and such a simple memorial seems fitting for the man. I also went to his house in Delhi. It's now a museum, and it was probably my favorite museum in India.
This is Babalu, my driver in Delhi, also in front of the Raj Ghat. He didn't speak English perfectly. We would clumsily communicate, and once he understood what I was trying to say, he'd say, "Thank you, sir." I liked this guy, and he administered first aid to me after I got stabbed in the forehead by that inconvenient spike on the fence.
That is a dirty and tired man at the Taj Mahal. A German man took my photo.
With the friends I made in Jaipur, I visited this small jewelry workshop. I watched as this man made a pendant of silver with a ruby in it. He was Bengali, but his father and grandfather had also been jewelers in Jaipur, and he is too.
These are the ruins of an ancient mosque south of Delhi called Qutab Minar. It was one of my favorite sites in India. It's built in an Afghan style, and this huge tower has Arabic script carved on parts of its surface -- but it's the background that's carved away, leaving the script to be protruding. I just liked the way this tower looked. It was in a different style than the tens of Mughal mausoleums (like the Taj) and forts I'd been visiting in Delhi and Agra. Qutab Minar is red, but there's not supposed to be such a pinkish tint in the bottom left. My camera is broken, and the accuracy of photos is erratic -- this is why I gave it to Amar.
This is the Raj Ghat, the place where Gandhi was cremated in Delhi. I really liked this memorial. It's just a block of marble, and such a simple memorial seems fitting for the man. I also went to his house in Delhi. It's now a museum, and it was probably my favorite museum in India.
This is Babalu, my driver in Delhi, also in front of the Raj Ghat. He didn't speak English perfectly. We would clumsily communicate, and once he understood what I was trying to say, he'd say, "Thank you, sir." I liked this guy, and he administered first aid to me after I got stabbed in the forehead by that inconvenient spike on the fence.
That is a dirty and tired man at the Taj Mahal. A German man took my photo.
With the friends I made in Jaipur, I visited this small jewelry workshop. I watched as this man made a pendant of silver with a ruby in it. He was Bengali, but his father and grandfather had also been jewelers in Jaipur, and he is too.
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