On a radiant Sunday morning in Delhi, the air filled with the anticipation of adventure, I set out to explore one of the city’s most iconic landmarks, the Qutub Minar. Armed with a backpack, a bottle of water, and a camera, I hopped onto the Yellow Line of the Delhi Metro, buzzing with the energy of fellow travellers and locals alike.
As the metro zipped through the heart of Delhi, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. “Bhai, Qutub Minar next stop hai,” a fellow passenger remarked, noticing my curious glances at the metro map. With a nod and a smile, I prepared to disembark.
Stepping out of the Qutub Minar metro station, the magnificence of the monument immediately struck me. There it stood, towering above the cityscape, a testament to Delhi’s rich history and architectural prowess. The sight was simply “gazab”!
Walking towards the monument, the hustle and bustle of the city faded into a peaceful calm. The Qutub Minar, with its intricate carvings and majestic stature, seemed to transport me back in time. The stories of its creation, the tales of the rulers who once walked its grounds, all came alive in my imagination.
I learned that the Minar was built in 1193 by Qutub-ud-din Aibak, the founder of the Delhi Sultanate. It’s not just a minar; it’s a symbol of victory, a “shaan” of Delhi. The surrounding complex, with its various ruins and structures, including the Iron Pillar, added layers to the rich tapestry of history that the Qutub Minar embodies.
As I walked around, I struck up conversations with other visitors. An elderly couple, reminiscing about their first visit to the Minar decades ago, shared anecdotes of how the city has evolved. A group of college students, thrilled to be there, were busy clicking selfies, their laughter and chatter adding to the lively atmosphere.
One of the most intriguing tales I heard was about the Iron Pillar. Legend has it that if you can encircle it with your arms while standing with your back to it, your wish will be granted. Watching people trying this was quite a sight, their efforts ranging from earnest to hilarious.
Lunchtime approached, and the aroma of street food beckoned. A short walk led me to a bustling market nearby, where I savored some “chatpata” street food. The tangy and spicy flavors of aloo chaat and golgappas were a perfect treat after the morning’s exploration.
As the day drew to a close, I found a quiet spot to sit and reflect on the day’s experiences. The Qutub Minar, standing tall against the backdrop of the setting sun, was a sight to behold. It was not just a historical monument; it was a living, breathing part of Delhi’s soul, a “dil” of the city.
Heading back to the metro, I felt a deep connection with the city and its history. The Qutub Minar wasn’t just a place I visited; it was a journey through time, a narrative of triumphs and tribulations, and a celebration of Delhi’s enduring spirit.
“Yeh Dilli hai mere yaar, bas Ishq, Mohabbat, Pyaar,” I hummed to myself, already looking forward to my next adventure in this incredible city.
