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The Lost River - Michel Danino (Pioneer 21-10-2012)
The Lost River - Michel Danino (Pioneer 21-10-2012)
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Then the rain comes, beating down
the parapet and trickling down layers
of history. I hear the thump of liveried
soldiers, hurrying across the courtyards and carrying immense bundles
of arms and ammunition. I listen to the
rhythmic tapping of the half-naked
foot soldiers of Sivappa Nayak leading
the masons who built the fort. And
when the thunder forks through the
sky, throwing a flashlight in the recesses, I see the neatly-dressed soldiers of
Tipu Sultan scaling the inner walls to
spy at the Union Jack drenched in rain.
The whistling winds remind me of the
cavalry and bagpipers of the British
East India Company, doing morning
drills in the quadrangle. You may call it
hallucination but that helps me transcend through times.
Back in the late 1980s, I used to
sneak into the Tughlaqabad Fort on
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