I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door – or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present. — Rabindranath Tagore

This is the second part of my photo tour through Old Delhi. I stumbled into a cul-de-sac and found these amazing doors that were made decades née centuries ago.
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Yesterday, I ended up walking in the streets of old Delhi. It is an emotionally charged and visually overwhelming experience. I took hundreds of photos and I hope to share them in small doses as photo essays. The first one p focuses on faces – faces of joy, weariness and hustle. They are faces if life as it happens.

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