Charminar, my Prince
Charminar is not Charminar without the constant bickering of its people.
To me, Charminar is not Charminar without the constant bickering of its people who want to make their life a full circle. Shops and hawker stalls strewn across the street and electrical wires hanging loosely, one could call this a "hot mess". However, the reality is THIS stays. It doesn't go away. It is happening. It throbs with life. The Charminar is thei testimony to all those dreams that thrive on it, over generations. The Charminar may not belong to our age and must have been waay better off in the era to which it belongs, but it has accepted...
