The remarkable Delhi instant.

[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]

The man had died last night. The Delhi Walla stood outside his home on the Walled City’s Gosht Wali Pahari, the hill of the meat.

The man was washed, shrouded in a white cotton cloth, brought out on the narrow lane, and laid outside a grocery, beside the yellow crates of Mother Dairy milk packets.

The man was surrounded by many men.

A few minutes later a woman emerged out of the man’s house. She was wearing a black burqa. One of the men uncovered the man’s face. The woman looked at the face and returned to the house.

A girl dressed in her college uniform walked past the man. The mourners made way for her.

The man was finally covered with a green cloth and carried away to the graveyard. It was a heavy moment.

See you, brother

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