In the foreground is a confluence of mundane happenstances. A khachchar bore its master through the alleyways of Old Delhi, and they have emerged at this gate of the masjid. They are standing face-to-face with a lion, whose master wants nothing more than for them to get out of the way. Black and white shadows at the gate of the masjid, pious souls gently climbing up the steps to the halls within. Three youths who have spread a dhurrie at the foot of the steps have no qualms about the heat, nor do the father-and-son duo in the shade who have been running their shop next to the masjid for generations now.
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