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Things to Know Before Your First Trip to Delhi

A great city is measured by the character it has and the conversations it starts. And Delhi, the capital city of India, scores high on both these counts. The mesmerizing balance between history and modernity makes Delhi one of the most unique cities on the planet. There are many historical monuments, parks, temples, heritage sites, and entertainment zones, the city exudes certain magnetism that is hard to resist. From sightseeing to shopping to pub hopping, experience and a beautiful culture.

If you haven’t already seen it, be sure to check out my Delhi travel guide for many more tips and useful information

Suggested tour: Delhi Sightseeing Tour

VISIT INDIA GATE

India gate represents delhi so surely a walk around this monument is one of the best things to do in delhi. Looking at this mammoth structure surely makes one proud as an indian. A leisurely walk across the adjacent garden is refreshing and soothing, particularly post-sunset. One can also relax on the grass and munch on chips and ice cream to make the evening joyful.

Good to know: India Gate stands in the centre of a large park – the park is always open, and entrance is free. It is a popular picnic spot for Delhiites and is usually busy, making it a good place for people-watching.

EXPLORE THE RED FORT

If there ever were a fortification that can be a symbol of Indian history, it would be the Red Fort aka Lal Qila. Stories of triumph and defeat, glory and conspiracy are etched in every corner of this red sandstone and marble complex built by Shah Jahan in 1639. Architecturally, this UNESCO World Heritage Site is an everlasting icon of the Mughal style blended with design elements from India and Central Asia.

Good to know: Red Fort is open Tuesday to Sunday from sunrise to sunset. Entry fee for foreign visitors is priced USD 7, and there is an additional fee for filming. Prices for the daily light and sound show are USD 1.

Fun fact: Red Fort was originally known as Qila-e-Mubarak, meaning 'Blessed Fort' and is the largest historical monument in Delhi.

RELAX AT LODI GARDENS

One of Delhi’s best-loved parks, Lodhi Gardens is a mesmerising mix of lush greenery and historical relics. Plus, it is in the proximity of some well-known attractions on the tourist circuit. When in Delhi, start your day with a walk in Lodhi Gardens and you would join the ranks of heads of state and celebrities who consider it as one of the top activities to do in Delhi. As you stroll across the garden, take in the quiet charms of Sikandar Lodi’s tomb and look out for Athpula Bridge dating back to Emperor Akbar’s time. The park is open all year round and entry is free.

Good to know: Lodi Gardens is open every day from morning to evening (from around 05:00 to 20:00). Entrance is free and there is no fee for photography either. The nearest metro station is JLN Stadium.

DO NOT MISS THE LOTUS TEMPLE

The Lotus Temple, a sanctuary for those looking for some peace and quiet, is considered to be one of the most recognizable landmarks in Delhi because of its unique architecture. The temple has been designed to resemble the shape of a lotus, with 27 petals created out of marble. The temple might be dedicated to the Bahá’í people, but people from all sorts of religious backgrounds come here for worship. Don’t forget to leave your shoes in the shoe room before entering the temple and spend some time in its beautifully manicured gardens

Good to know: The Lotus Temple is open from Tuesday to Sunday, 09:00 to 17:30.

SPEND SOME TIME AT HUMAYUN’S TOMB

Persian designed, the tomb was built in the mid 1500’s to house the Islamic Mughal emperor known as Humayun. Along with Humayun, there are quite a few other Mughal rulers whose graves are also within the building.

You can walk around the surrounding gardens and then proceed to climb a flight of stairs to the main deck. Then you can walk around the inside of the building and see the many marble tombstones. Also, located at the entrance of the attraction is a small museum showcasing some old photographs including explanations of the tomb and its history.

Good to know: The monument is open daily from sunrise to sunset. There is a charge of USD 7 for foreign visitors. There is no charge for photography but a fee is payable for filming. The nearest metro station is JLN Stadium.

GO TO QUTUB MINAR

Built in 1192 with a height of about 237 feet, Qutub Minar is the tallest tower in the world and one of the prominent UNESCO World Heritage Sites in Delhi. Although influenced by a famous minaret in Afghanistan, the design of this tapering edifice incorporates uniquely Indian motifs across its height and flanges. The key attractions here are an iron pillar that never rusts and the Qutub Festival that takes place every year in November or December.

Good to know: Foreign visitors must pay an entrance fee of ₹ 30 for Indians - ₹ 500 for foreigners

EXPLORE OLD-WORLD ASTRONOMY AT JANTAR MANTAR

An equinoctial sundial and observatory that features 13 astronomical apparatuses built on a scale that is hard to imagine, Jantar Mantar is one of the best places to visit in Delhi with family and kids. Though the complex was built way back in 1724, some of the instruments are still well-preserved. The Samrat Yantra can pinpoint the location of planetary bodies and the direction of the North Pole while the Rama Yantra was meant to study the heights of stars from the surface of the earth.

PAY RESPECT AT RAJ GHAT

Any trip to India is never complete without paying your homage to the founding father of modern India, Mahatma Gandhi. The leader of the Indian Freedom Movement left his mark all over the globe because of his ideals of non-violence and his attitude of caring for others. The Raj Ghat is a beautiful memorial that has been dedicated to Gandhi and is the very place where he was cremated. While visiting the Raj Ghat, walk into its central courtyard in order to walk around the black marble memorial.

Good to know: The Gandhi Memorial is open daily, 06:30 – 18:00; there is no entrance fee. The nearest metro station is Kashmiri Gate.

AKSHARDHAM TEMPLE

An epitome of brilliant architecture, Akshardham is one of Delhi’s finest structures that is way different from your typical temples. Other than being a place of worship, this sanctum educates visitors about the life of Swaminarayan (to whom the temple is dedicated) through the use of vivid techniques like cinema and interactive activities. To make it interesting for small kids visiting the temple, there is also a boat ride that takes you through a lit cave depicting the story of Swaminarayan through electronic human figurines and narration. Witnessing the colorful light and sound show at night here is also one of the most exciting activities to do in Delhi.

Good to know: The Akshardham Temple opens at 9:30 and last entry is at 18:30. Entry to the temple complex is free but tickets are required to the exhibition and the Musical Fountain. Children under 4 are free. Photography is forbidden inside the complex and all electronic equipment must be left in the cloakroom

BOATING ON NAINI LAKE

Delhi’s own Naini Lake is open to the public after around five years. The water body offers a peaceful spot to spend a lazy day amid the hustle and bustle of the city. One of Delhi’s largest lakes, the newly-revamped attraction offers paddle-boat rides, a perfect activity.

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COME HOME

in high hopes for tomorrow’s psg game but also missing kylian and still feeling like a proud mom after his achievements this weekend so all of that kinda almagamated into this whatever this is to keep y’all off my back abt pt 6 of care (for now) 😭

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You wait nervously in the bed, your thumb nesting between your lips as your teeth chip away at the nail anxiously. So much had happened since you’d last seen him, almost a week ago. The firm had sent you to New Delhi to woo your new potential clients, a task that had taken you far too long, your planned two day trip extending into six, nearly seven before you’d managed to get the oil execs to finally close the deal. They somehow found a problem with every contract you’d drafted, anyone would’ve given up after the 75th hour and you had a feeling the firm knew this, hence why they sent you, their hardest, most immovable closer. And the most annoying part about all of this was you still weren’t done, you were due in London tomorrow, to present everything to the head office there before you’d be able to finally go back home to Paris. The one and only saving grace about this was the 7 hour layover in Munich before your flight to England, which couldn’t have come at a much better and more convenient time. Your phone pings in your lap and you pick it up, reading the text that had appeared.

we’re almost back from the press conference, did you get in okay?

You unlock your phone to reply.

yeah, the front desk were great. thanks for your help again.

always.

he still has no clue?

not one 😌

you’re awesome. i owe you.

make me your world famous carbonara next time i come over and we’re even 🍽️

You laugh as you type out your response.

you got it sergio 😂

You place the phone facedown on the bedside table, standing up and straightening out your pencil skirt. You move to the mirror opposite the bed, raking your fingers through your shoulder length hair, trying to bring some life to the curls that had lost their volume after 9 hours of being pressed onto the headrest of the airplane seat and another 3 hours on the hotel bed when you’d knocked out the second you saw the pillows. Reaching into your blouse pocket after you finally feel satisfied with your hair, you take out your lipgloss, opening the tube and spreading some of the shiny liquid along your plump bottom lip when you hear the door open, his voice drifting into the room as his laughter pulls your mouth into a smile.

God, you’d missed him.

“Putain!” He shouts at whoever was on the other side of the door.

“Good night! Save that energy for Bayern Kylian.” The other voice teases and you watch him flip its owner off. His back is still facing you as he closes the door, he was yet to turn around and notice you.

“Language Kyky.” You stand with your hand on your hips, a faux stern look on your face as he finally spins and jumps, a surprised gasp escaping his throat.

“What the fuc-“ Then he stops himself when his eyes zero in on you, drinking you in and realising who you are. “Y/N??”

“Hello 201.” You grin and he drops his backpack to the floor, rushing to engulf you in a hug as he lifts you off the floor instead.

“What are you doing here?” He says in a small voice, almost as though he was speaking to himself.

“Had to see my ooof-“ You’re unable to finish your sentence because he slants his lips over yours unexpectedly, heavy and hard, and you open your mouth to welcome him as your fingers grip his shoulders. His hands untuck your blouse from your skirt, slipping under the sheer material to hold your waist. You eventually grow light headed as he continues to kiss you passionately, needing to replenish the air he drew out of your lungs so you pull away. His chest rises and falls as he takes in deep breaths of his own, looking at you beneath his lashes.

“Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly but his eyes roam your face as though he is trying to commit every inch of your skin to memory before you fade away again. It’s intense, too intense and you can no longer hold his gaze, feeling your stomach turn to jelly so you drop your head to his chest, your ear pressed against his heart and he holds you there.

“I missed you.” He whispers into your hair, his nose nuzzling your earlobe as he breathes you in and you scrunch your nose, pulling your head back to face him. His arms are crossed behind your back over your blouse so your frame still leans against his from your upper body down.

“Ugh, don’t do that. I just spent almost half a day on a stuffy flight and I haven’t washed my hair since the last time you saw me. I forgot to take my shampoo with me and you know how those white ass hotel toiletries dry my hair out. I probably smell bad all over.”

“You smell like home.” And to make his point clearer, he dips his head to your neck, inhaling and exhaling deeply, his warm breath tickling you. You push against his chest, laughing and he pouts as the cool air from the room replaces the feeling of you against his body instead.

“Well you definitely smell like grass and sweat.”

He shrugs, throwing off his windbreaker.

“Didn’t get the chance to shower before the press conference. I was gonna jump in as soon as I got back.”

“Dang, so I interrupted something?” He looks up at you from a bent position as he pulls his socks off.

“Perfect timing actually. You get an exclusive performance.”

“Is that right?” You suck your bottom lip into your teeth as you watch him shimmy out of his shorts so he’s standing in just his boxers and long sleeved thermal. Both tight as hell and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“And private backstage access.” He flicks his head towards a door you guess leads to the bathroom. “Join me.”

You twist your lips to the side, humming as though you’re deep in thought when he pulls the thermal over his head, now staring at you with nothing covering his tight torso, and your breath catches in your throat a little bit; he’s truly a sight to behold.

“Last chance.” He smirks, holding his hand out and there’s no way you could say no to his dimples, although you knew you were following him into that shower, dimples or no dimples. You stretch your arm, your palm landing on his and he closes his fingers over the back of your hand pulling you flush to him.

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You end up in the bath again a while after the shower, Kylian between your legs as you run your manicured nails over his scalp in a fashion you know he loves. He had ordered room service for the both of you, not wanting to go down for dinner with the rest of the squad for the fear of losing out on whatever little time he had with you before you left. Kylian had thought it would somehow be possible to soak chocolate sauce through his skin as he wasn’t actually able to eat it or his nutritionist would have his head.

“Kylian that’s literally impossible.” You’d laughed as he spread the spoon covered in sauce over his bare chest.

“If the hagfish can do it so can I. Shhh.”

“What the fuck is a hagfish?” He laid back on the bed, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed.

“Some weird eel thing that absorbs food through its skin.”

“And you know that how?” You’d shifted so you were lying between his legs, your hands laced over his stomach and you rested your chin on top of them, watching him.

“Vitinha was shouting random facts he was googling on the jet here.” You nodded as you both laid there in a comfortable silence.

“I don’t think it’s working.” Kylian said after a while, opening his eyes to look at his chest to see the chocolate hadn’t diminished at all in quantity.

“Well no shit.”

“Wanna lick it off instead?” He had a cheeky shit eating grin spread across his face as he watched you crawl up the bed towards him. You stopped just as your lips brushed against his, your body hovering above him, careful not to rest your entire weight on him and risk getting the sauce on you too.

“I bet that was your plan in the first place.” You whispered against his mouth before dipping your head and running your tongue over his chest.

“Mmm, and it worked.” He replied, grabbing your face and pressing your lips together as your legs wrapped around his waist and he flipped you over, getting the sauce all over you in the process anyways. It was a wonder amongst everything else you did following that, the bed itself managed to stay clean.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He murmurs, his hand laced in yours, the one that wasn’t in his hair.

“Only for a little while though baby. I gotta go catch my flight soon.” He grunts disapprovingly, squeezing your hand tighter. “I’ll see you in Paris in a couple of days though.”

“I wish you’d stay longer. For tonight at least.” You feel his shoulders tense against your chest and you move your hand from his head to his shoulders, trying to work out the knots. On nights when he’s feeling most nervous about a match, you knew he loved to sleep next to you, and wake up by your side, claimed it was his good luck charm or something of the sort. So much so that there had been several nights when you’d been woken up at ungodly hours by the buzzing of the intercom in your apartment, letting you know he was downstairs. You’d let him into the building, leaving your front door unlocked as you went back to bed, eventually hearing him enter your room and sliding onto the mattress, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. You’d lean wordlessly into him, letting him take whatever good luck he needed to still his racing mind and calm the nerves wracking his body. It had almost become a kind of ritual for him. And you know tonight, he needed it more than ever, your heart breaking slightly because you’d have to leave him in less than an hour.

“You’ll be fine Ky.”

“I don’t know.”

“Kylian Sanmi Mbappé Lottin, you just became the highest scoring player at one of the biggest football clubs on the entire globe at 24 years old. There’s nothing you can’t do, Boy wonder. World at his feet. The future of football.” You repeat the headlines that had been circulating the news following his historical feat. You wish you’d been there to celebrate with him in the moment, you’d been so proud of him, you were sure the hotel you were staying in in New Delhi had received complaints of the yelling coming from your room given it was well past 1am when you were watching him play and receive his award.

“There’s just so much riding on this match. I’m scared.” He sighs and you feel the heavy weight resting on him in your hands as you kneaded them across shoulders, wishing in your actions you could somehow take some of it on.

“PSG believes in you baby. Your coach, the staff, your teammates, the fans, they all believe in you. Your family believes in you. I believe in you.”

He turns to face you, the water sloshing over the sides as his eyes burn into yours. You smile, running your finger over the frown lines etched into his forehead as you smooth them out.

“You got this-“

“Move in with me.” You both speak at the same time.

This isn’t the first time he’s brought this question to you, and initially, you had been very hesitant. You loved him, no doubt about it, and wanted nothing more than to spend every waking second with him but there’s something so big and final about sharing a living space that scared you. You loved your apartment, your independence and freedom, proud of the life you’d managed to build for yourself. You knew Kylian appreciated that about you, he was never one to make you feel like you needed to depend on him to be better or worth more. He just wanted you around more. You’d thought about it a lot in the week you’d been in India, what that would mean for you and your relationship with Kylian.

“Ky-“

Your alarm goes off on your phone in the other room, the one you’d set to remind you you had 45 minutes to leave, and you’re silently grateful for the interruption.

“Come on.” You rise to leave the bath, ignoring the pained look in Kylian’s eyes as you wrap a towel around your body. “It’s almost 10, you gotta sleep and I need to get ready.”

You step out into the bedroom area, reaching for your phone to turn the alarm off. You’re in the middle of trying to put on your bra when Kylian eventually comes out of the bathroom, digging into his bag for a pair of fresh boxers. He pulls them on and kneels onto the bed, next to where you’re sitting, removing your hands from behind you, his rough fingers brushing against your spine and he fastens the clasp of your bra.

“Thank you.” You say.

“Lay with me until you have to go?”

You stand to lift the thick duvet as you slide underneath it, sitting up against the headboard with your arms open. The corner of his lips lift slightly, his body getting lost under the duvet as his head rests against your stomach, and you run your nails over his scalp once more, soothing him to sleep.

“I love you.” He mutters into your skin, his words vibrating from your abdomen and spreading their warmth all the way to your peripherals.

“I love you too.”

It’s not long before you hear his soft snores against your stomach; he never struggles to sleep when he’s next to you. You reach over to grab your phone, seeing you have less than 5 minutes to leave for your flight. Carefully and slowly, you peel his arms away from your midriff, slipping out of the bed, miraculously without waking him. You quickly put your clothes on and gather your things silently in the dark room (you knew Kylian was sensitive to light and you really didn’t want to wake him), making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. You’re ready to leave when you take one last look at your boyfriend, resting peacefully albeit the frown lines still present above his brows. You watch the small slice of moonlight cutting through the gap in the drawn curtain illuminate his face ever so slightly, his lips slightly open, his right arm reaching out as though he is looking for you and your heart tugs. There, in that moment, you realise how much you hate you have to leave him, how much you hate to be without him, how much you did need him around you and you make a decision. You spot a hotel-branded pen and some post-it-notes on the desk, quickly scribbling some words onto the paper, hoping it would be legible in the daylight since you could barely see in the darkness. You rip the piece of paper off the pile and slip it into his right boot that he had lined up in front of the wardrobe next to his gym bag ready for the game tomorrow before leaving the room.

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“COME ON BOYS! LET'S SHOW THEM WHO WE ARE!”

Verratti yells as chorus of “yeahh”s follows his motivational words. The air in the dressing room is thick with anticipation, and excitement and nerves as all the players get ready to make their way to the tunnel for kick off. Kylian blows out a big breath, grabbing one of his boots from his bag. He pulls up the flap as he puts his foot in, stopping when he feels his toes press against something crunchy. A small piece of paper falling out in the process of him removing his foot to figure out what was in the boot. He unfolds it, revealing messily written note, as though the person had written it with their eyes closed, but he can recognise your penmanship anywhere.

BRING IT HOME BABY xo

He smiles at first, not realising the deeper meaning behind your message until he notices several lines underlining the word “home”. His eyes widen as he reaches for his phone quickly, snapping a picture and texting you.

You’re seated on the plane back to Paris from London, having finalised everything with the office so you were free to go home, and you couldn’t wait to get back to your own bed, sick of living out of your suitcase for the past week. You are about to put your phone on airplane mode, per instruction from the in-flight cabin crew, just as your phone lights up with a new notification. You had texted him good luck earlier, and guess he is probably responding to that. You open the message to find he’d sent you a picture of the note you’d left for him with “you mean it????” You laugh to yourself, you know he’s not stupid, he would figure it out.

win the match and find out :)

gonna score two for you.

Kylian is anything if competitive, jumping up onto his feet as he locks his phone and throws it in his gym bag. He had his obvious reasons for wanting to win this game, the most glaringly clear one being it would bring him one step closer to winning a UCL trophy for his beloved club, their first ever. But now he had something else to win for, something he’d been wanting for months now, and absolutely nothing was standing in his way.

Ramos makes his way to Kylian, patting his shoulder firmly.

“You ready bro?”

“More than ever.” Kylian nods, before taking his friend’s hand and dabbing him up. “Listen, thanks again, for earlier man.”

“Don’t sweat it. And look at you, you're glowing! And got a little bit more fire in your eyes. Thank you Y/N!” He raises his hands and eyes to the sky, as though thanking god. Well you. A goddess. A true deity to Kylian himself.

The referee blows the final whistle, 3-1 to PSG, meaning they win by a point on the aggregate, and the ultras crowding the stadium go wild. After all the celebration, he finds himself in the dressing room, high off his win and claps of praise on his back from his teammates as he tries to find his phone to text you.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, knowing who was trying to contact you as your Uber pulled up outside the huge apartment complex. You’d seen all over Twitter that PSG had won, and you couldn’t help the surge of pride that bubbled up in your chest as you scrolled through the various tweets of congratulations for your boyfriend and his squad, especially for him winning man of the match. You wait until you’re inside the apartment, your suitcase resting on the wall by the front door before you pull your phone out of your pocket to read the message.

we did it. and i scored two for you.

i saw. had no doubt you could.

You hit send as you finally find yourself exactly where you wanted to be. You’re stood in Kylian’s living room, in front of the double doors on the far left of the large room that lead to the balcony, with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, a view you knew you didn’t get from anywhere in your apartment. You could see your yourself slightly in the glass door, you hadn’t turned the light on too bright, so the glare wouldn’t erase your reflection and the background but the monument was still visible.

Perfect.

You look down at your phone to see the bubble that showed Kylian was typing disappear before reappearing again.

so?

He finally sends.

so.

You quickly click on the camera icon in the bottom corner, lining the frame so he could see you in picture as well as your surroundings. You snap the picture and send it to him.

hurry up and come home.

*****

As always, lmk your thoughts, I love hearing from you guys, thank you to everyone who comments and sends me asks, love and appreciate each and everyone of you <3 also GOOD LUCK PSG! LETS GO! 😌💙

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Day Trip Near Delhi With Family | Earth Walks By Asian Adventures

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Family Tour

The primary attraction in Agra is the 17th-century Taj Mahal, which was inducted into the UNESCO World Heritage List in 1983. Numerous individuals think that the world's best example of Mughal architecture is the exquisite mausoleum known as the Taj Mahal. Mumtāz Maḥal, the emperor Shah Jahān's preferred spouse, had it built for her in the middle of the 17th century. Ayodhya is among the holy cities in India. As the birthplace of Lord Ram, this location holds great spiritual significance for Hindu devotees. It is located in Uttar Pradesh, a sacred city. Ayodhya, formerly called Saketa, was the capital city of the Kosala Kingdom. Mathura is one of the seven sacred towns in Hinduism. It is the main pilgrimage site for the annual Janmashtami celebration and the supposed birthplace of the god Krishna (Krishna Janmabhoomi).

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Gurnaz was in Delhi. She hadn't heard from Viraj, but she figured if he was planning on coming to see her, he would have said something by now. She had spent all day working on this Delhi wedding for a much too sweet young woman by the name of Roohi and her nerdy husband to be Advait. They had evidently found their way to one another... through arranged marriage? Gurnaz wasn't one to judge, but she knew it wasn't for her. She had to hand it to the bride and groom though. They had definitely fooled her when they met. They looked just as smitten with one another as a couple who had been together for years. After some crazy meetings with vendors and suppliers and caterers, Gurnaz was ready to head back to her suite and pop open the bottle of wine she'd purchased. She wished she could have gone to home, but she wasn't here on a personal visit. This was a business trip which meant she needed to be able to meet with her clients somewhere nice, somewhere neutral. Plus, she wasn't exactly here long enough to settle back in at home. She had to be ready to leave for her next adventure. She made it back to her suite and sighed contently, glad to be done for the day.

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tajmahaltourguide01 · 7 months

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Taj Mahal Same Day Tour Package

A Taj Mahal same day tour package typically offers a comprehensive guided tour of Agra and the Taj Mahal in a single day, starting and ending in Delhi. These packages are designed for travelers who have limited time and want to visit this iconic monument. Here's a sample itinerary for a Taj Mahal same day tour package:

Morning Departure from Delhi:

The tour starts with an early morning pick-up from your hotel or a designated meeting point in Delhi. The departure time is usually around 6:00 AM to 7:00 AM.

Travel to Agra:

You'll embark on a road trip from Delhi to Agra, which is approximately 3-4 hours by car, depending on traffic conditions. The journey is typically via the Yamuna Expressway, a modern highway that connects the two cities.

Arrival in Agra:

Upon reaching Agra, you'll be greeted by your tour guide, who will accompany you throughout the day. Your first stop will be the Taj Mahal.

Taj Mahal Visit:

Spend several hours exploring the Taj Mahal, one of the world's most magnificent architectural wonders. Your guide will provide historical and architectural insights as you admire the monument and its intricate details. Early morning visits can offer a less crowded experience and pleasant weather.

Lunch:

After visiting the Taj Mahal, you'll have lunch at a local restaurant in Agra to enjoy traditional Indian cuisine.

Agra Fort:

Following lunch, your tour continues with a visit to Agra Fort, another UNESCO World Heritage Site. This historic fort, made of red sandstone, offers a glimpse into Mughal history and provides panoramic views of the Taj Mahal.

Itimad-ud-Daulah (Baby Taj):

Some tours may include a visit to Itimad-ud-Daulah, also known as the "Baby Taj." It's an exquisite marble mausoleum with intricate architecture and beautiful gardens.

Shopping:

Agra is renowned for its marble crafts, jewelry, and textiles. Depending on your tour package, you might have the opportunity to explore local markets and shops for souvenir shopping.

Return to Delhi:

In the late afternoon or early evening, you'll begin your journey back to Delhi by car.

Arrival in Delhi:

You'll arrive in Delhi by the evening, concluding your same-day Taj Mahal tour.

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carionto · 7 months

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Light the Fuse and Step Forth

At the Old Delhi Institute of Natural Science and Engineering, after a bit of a panic over a missing student who had merely went on an unannounced diving trip, Professor Iorvan Hal'Ahmat Garaamhan was having some trouble.

His life was boring.

He's 46, single, no kids, a cat, tenure, routine hobbies, and going bald. All his friends are about as boring as him. Except for Ruth, she usually gets the group together for an excursion to touch grass, but she volunteered to help establish a new branch of the institute in East Egypt over the next two years, and she's kind of the glue for their whole friend group.

Maybe he should take a vacation? But where... Earth is Earth - been there, done that; and he's not a fan of space travel either, too many weirdos up there, and really does not agree with all this moon cracking and harvesting business. Seeing footage of them smushing three moons together for that idiotic Death Kebab project really turned him off from all of that space and aliens nonsense.

Noticing a small notebook that had apparently fallen beneath one of the desks, he picked it up to see who it belonged to. It was an unassuming thing with no distinct markings on the outside. As he flipped the cover over, he saw it belonged to a freshmen named Cintra Valkeim, and was about to close it, but a strange line of symbols caught his eye.

"Professor? Is everything alright?" a voice suddenly interrupted his browsing. When did he get to the last page? When did he move closer to the window? Closing the notebook by impulse as he looked up at the voice, it was Cintra. She appeared a little nervous and worried. Putting his professional smile back on, he walked towards her and held out the notebook.

"I believe this is yours. I noticed it had fallen down. Be more careful next time, the cleaning drones don't check ownership themselves and simply dump anything they don't recognize as trash into the lost and found bin." he said as she took the notebook back.

"I will, thank you." She appeared to consider saying more, but closed her mouth and turned to briskly walk away.

Not thinking about it any more, Professor Garaamhan started to pack up his things and head out for lunch, when students for his next class, not due for another hour, started pouring in. Confused, he checked for the time and to his dismay found it had already been over an hour since the previous class ended. Did he really stand around for an hour, transfixed on

What was he doing for an hour?

He picked something up, then said goodbye to a student, but everything in between is hazy. Something was strange, and he didn't like it.

His stomach growled, and he didn't like that either.

Making an executive decision, he quickly scribbled an overly complex task meant for senior students, said anyone who correctly solves this gets extra credit, which immediately got almost all of the sophomores to shut up, sit down, and start working, then he walked off to have a meal.

The next day, as Iorvan was heading for the staff room, he noticed a strange light coming from beneath the closed door of an empty classroom. It was pulsating slightly, like a heartbeat. Without thinking, he put his hand on the handle, but froze before turning it open.

For the briefest of moments, every cell in his body screamed to not open the door. The fear that engulfed him dissipated just as quickly, as a student approached him with a question. They asked something, he answered, both said their goodbyes, and he could not remember what he was doing. Snapping back to reality, he went to the staff room and had a normal day.

That night, going through tomorrows assignments, a notebook with no markings seemed to appear in his stack of documents.

He opened it, noticed a student named Cintra Valkeim was the owner, looked at the scribbles on the side

He awoke in a hospital bed. He felt anemic. His eyes were burning, mouth parched, lips like sand, and a splitting headache made him wish somebody would knock him out cold.

A nurse rushed in as soon as the automated system informed the staff he was awake, delivered the painkillers, and gave him some water. She explained that they found him unconscious in his apartment after the institute and his friends failed to make contact with him for three days in a row. He had been sitting at his desk, and the muscle damage indicated he had remained almost unmoving for the entire time, but fully tensed up.

Three days? What was he doing? He couldn't remember anything out of the ordinary, and when the paramedic who arrived on the scene came by, what she described to him gave no impression of anything different either.

Over the next week, fellow staff, some students he had worked closely with on their thesis projects, and one of his friends came over to see how he is, what happened, etc. Nobody became wiser from any of this. Everything was normal.

After being discharged, he decided to not think too hard about the incident. The stress of a mundane existence got to him, is the explanation he went with.

As he went about his day back at the institute as normal, he walked by a empty classroom that had a strange pulsating light coming from beneath the closed door. He was about to open the door, but noticed he was holding an unassuming notebook in his hand.

"Open the door, please."

A young female voice spoke softly from behind.

He used his other hand to reach for the handle and opened the door and stepped forth into the light.

His world ended. The universe ended. Then it began.

Fast forward to the present.

He is underwater.

The pressure crushes him before he can recognize what is happening.

Then he is underwater again. Not crushed this time.

A voice that is not a voice, more like a decree from existence itself, embeds into his mind. His mind goes blank, and he dies, again.

Once more underwater. The voice is a voice this time.

L E A R N

is all Iorvan understands before passing out, once again.

He steps out of the dark empty classroom and greets Cintra, who was standing behind him earlier.

"I believe this is yours. Third time now, you really need to be more careful about leaving your things behind, Ms Valkeim." he gently reprimands her as she takes the notebook from him again.

"I promise I will, truly. Sorry, Professor Garaamhan. See you later!" are the last words out of her before rushing off to her next class.

Flipping through his own notebook, Iorvan jots down a series of impossible symbols as he walks down the hall to his own next lecture.

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1902-1903 Postcards

In December 1902, Grand Duke Ernst Ludwig began his trip to India and Egypt. During his journey, he sent his daughter, Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, numerous postcards, which are preserved in the Hessian State Archives in Darmstadt.

When he departed in December 1902, Ernst Ludwig left his first “Gruss Haus Darmstadt” postcard for his beloved daughter, where he wrote in English: “Goodbye my darling. God bless you. Papa’s love is always near you, sleeping or walking."

On the outward journey, Grand Duke Ernst Ludwig sent numerous postcards to Elisabeth, e.g. “tender kisses” from Paris or a picture of his hotel in Marseille with details of his balcony.

On the postcard above, written on board the Arabia on December 16, 1902, Ernst Ludwig told his daughter: "I send you a big kiss. Till now the weather was bad & I was seasick but now it is lovely & the sun is shinning & it is warm. I saw flying fish. A big kiss from Papa.” He celebrated Christmas on board the "Arabia" and Elisabeth sent him and his entourage a Christmas card.

On January 1, 1903, Ernst Ludwig enthusiastically reported to his daughter about his impressions from Delhi: “All those many people dressed in every color of the rainbow. It was lovely. A big kiss from Papa.” The cards are mostly in black and white, but for her daughter to get a better impression, he also described the colours of everything he saw.

On the postcard above, written on January 15, 1903, he wrote: "This lovely place is all in white marble with a blue (sky ?) & lots of green parrots flying about & screaming. They are green with red beak & a red ring round their necks. Papa"

Almost every day he sent his daughter postcards with picturesque pictures and short, sweet greetings. Postcards with motifs that were exotic to Elisabeth document his journey to destinations in northern India that are still classic today, such as Benares, Agra with the Taj Mahal, Jaipur and Fatehpur Sikri.

At the end of February, Ernst Ludwig finally began his return journey - but made a stopover in Egypt. On March 5, 1903, on a postcard from the Shephard's Hotel, the most famous luxury hotel in Cairo at that time, Ernst Ludwig announced to his daughter what should not be missed on a trip to Egypt: “Today, I go for a week up the Nile.”

On March 11, 1903, he sent birthday greetings to Elisabeth on a card from Aswan. He also visited Luxor and Karnak and, of course, the pyramids of Giza at the end.

On the postcard above, written on March 22, 1903, he proudly reported to Elisabeth about his climb to the pyramids: "I klimbed (sic.) up the pyramid yesterday & got very out of breath. Today I krept (sic.) into the inside. It was very difficult because all was so very slippery. Papa."

On the postcard above, written on March 23, 1903, Ernst Ludwig sent his daughter "a big hug from Papa".

He finally returned to Darmstadt via Genoa on April 3, 1903. In the following months, Ernst Ludwig continued to send postcards with loving greetings to Elisabeth from his travels through Germany. In one of his last cards, written on August 6, 1903, he told her: “Next time you must come with me.”

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Dhruya - Manali Memories

A gift on the anniversary of the birth of a most spectacular individual, @burningsheepcrown. My dearest friend, may the coming year be filled with new adventures, more stories, and so much joy.

This is for you, I hope you like it:

*For context, Manali is a beautiful township nestled in the picturesque Beas River valley. It is a rustic enclave known for its cool climate and snow-capped mountains, offering respite to tourists escaping scorching heat of the plains. The tourism industry in Manali started booming only in the early 20th century, mainly because of its natural bounties and salubrious climate.

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“I can hear your teeth chattering from inside the room.” Dhruva said as he slid the balcony door closed behind him to keep the warmth in. He was suitably dressed in thick pants and a soft sweater.

“That’s cause it’s f-f-freezing out h-here!” Daya replied. He was standing with his back to Dhruva, too enraptured by the view to look at his boyfriend. He had his arms wrapped around himself in a hug, rubbing up his arms to try and warm himself. He was notably not dressed for the weather in his beach shorts and sleeveless undershirt.

“I’m sure your clothing choices don’t help either.” Dhruva remarked dryly, letting the blanket in his arms tumble open before draping them around Daya’s shoulders, and closing them down his front his his arms in a hug.

Daya sighed in relief as he sank his weight back onto Dhruva, confident the other man would catch him. A serene smile had settled on his face, and when he opened his eyes to look at Dhruva from where he was resting on his shoulder, they were filled with joy. Dhruva’s own heart flipped in his chest, quickening its pace as his arms squeezed his partner tighter. He leaned forward to nip at the tip of Daya’s nose, chuckling when the man scrunched his face adorably. Dhruva sighed, resting his cheek on top of Daya’s head to take in the view.

It truly was spectacular. They had gotten a room at the back of the hotel, so instead of facing over the city of Manali, they had an uninterrupted view of the forests and mountains. With a temperature approximately 20 degrees below their usual, the chill rose up even though their wool socks.

The trip had been spontaneous, for all that the idea had been rattling around in his head since that one night in the beach. They had been on their nightly walk, just enjoying the sound of the waves against the shore as they let the tensions of the day ebb away. Dhruva couldn’t remember how they had ended up on that topic, but he had spoken about how his training and schooling had given him opportunities to see many different parts of the country. Daya had smiled sadly, kicking at the sand as he said with forced casualness that he had barely ventured outside the city, much less the state.

And suddenly, the questions in his head of what special thing he could do for Daya had been resolved. Of course, their luck being what it was, no sooner had Dhruva looked up ticket prices, did they get slammed with a huge case that had taken a couple months to fully wrap up. Between the undercover work, the coordinating with the different districts, and the spooked crew splitting in all four directions, they had barely had a chance to catch their breath, much less spend time with each other outside of the office. What time they did get mostly involved them coming home, and face planting on the bed until the alarm went off the next morning.

But the case was resolved, and they weren’t due to testify for another couple weeks. Dhruva had coordinated everything with Murthi-ji, and only once he was sure that nothing would pop up to interrupt their get away, he had booked the tickets the very next day. Keeping Daya in suspense was a task of itself, but worth it for the look on the older man’s face as they’d approached their destination. The flight from Vizag to Delhi had been uneventful outside of Daya being restless, and earning quite a few glares from their fellow passengers.

Daya had protested when Dhruva had hauled him away from the city taxis to the car rental stand, saying they weren’t staying in Delhi, and badgered him the whole trip, until the scenery started to change.

Once the winter landscapes of Manali came into view, he had fallen into a stunned bewitchment, mouth open as he swiveled his head from left to right to capture the whole view. As they exited the highway to start going up the mountainous roads, Dhruva also felt the enchantment starting to affect him. As they drove through the curving roads, each turn revealed more and more mountains, the tallest ones disappearing above the clouds, and capped in white. The trees were coniferous, and rose a hundred feet tall, towering over the canyons and valleys, seeming to compete with the rocks to touch to the sky as well. The road itself was mostly free, the occasional car passing them, or coming from the opposite direction.

Dhruva’s smile had been more demure, but his chest was filled with warmth. Reaching a hand out, Dhruva had squeezed Daya’s thigh, and left his free hand there for the rest of the drive to the hotel. It was a long drive despite setting out from Delhi in the early hours of the morning, taking them the better part of the day, and they switched driving every so often to avoid getting leg cramps.

By the time they’d reached the lodge, night had fallen The entire town was light up in the most picturesque fashion. Daya had inhaled his dinner in record speed before racing back up to their room’s balcony to enjoy the view.

It had taken longer than Dhruva had anticipated to drag his partner back in, assuring him that the view would be better when it wasn’t pitch black. Daya had been more obliging when he realized Dhruva had conveniently forgotten to pack night clothes.

“What do you think?” Dhruva asked as they gazed out at the luscious greenery and the great mountains that rose up beyond the clouds in the distance. The skies were the perfect blue, with great white clouds that begged to be touched.

“While I could never give up the sea, I understand why people stay near the mountains.” Daya said, surprising Dhruva.

“They are pretty incredible.”

“Never seen anything like this before.”

Dhruva ducked down to nip at Daya’s ear, “Well, now you have.”

He unwrapped his arms from Daya, letting the other man catch the ends of the blanket as he went back to the room to retrieve the coffee tray. Daya shifted to one of the balcony chairs, leaning against the back, pulling the blanket to drape over his legs and abdomen. Dhruva handed him his cup of coffee before settling in the other chair, tucking one foot beneath his opposite thigh. Dhruva hummed as the hot coffee trickled down his throat, leaning his head back with his eyes closed.

A sudden inhale from Daya had his opening his eyes as he surveyed their surroundings. Before he could speak though, Daya kicked him lightly, pointing with his neck at the far corner of the balcony. On the top railing, a small bird sat, shaking out its feathers before it started to preen itself. Dhruva went as quiet and as slow as possible to avoid startling the bird, pulling out his phone from his pocket to open his camera and snap a photo. The phone’s volume was on though, and at the sound of the shutter going off, the bird cawed and jumped away, spreading its wings to head straight for the mountains.

“Did you get it?” Daya asked, as Dhruva cursed the phone.

“Yeah.” Dhruva admitted grumpily. Luckily the picture had turned out well. He extended his phone to Daya, who grabbed it. Daya finished the last of his coffee, placing the cup back on the tray. He weaved his hands together and stretched, cracking his back. “So how long as we staying?”

“Murthi-ji assured me he can hold down the fort till Wednesday.”

Daya’s eyebrows rose. “5 days?”

Dhruva grinned. “If we were going to take a holiday, I wanted to enjoy it, not rush it over a weekend.”

Daya ducked his head, but Dhruva could make out the pleased smile anyways.

“What’s on the agenda then?”

“We are just going to take it easy. Look around the down, and a couple nearby attractions. I’ve booked us an all day hike tomorrow-”

Daya groaned. “Bangaram, you just said we are on holiday.”

Dhruva stared him down. “In Manali. This is my first time here too, and I’ve never hiked the Himalayas before. It’ll be fun.”

Daya squinted at him. “Do you remember that conversation where I explained to you how our ideas of fun differ…”

Dhruva rolled his eyes. “Let’s see if you still think this after the hike.”

Daya sighed. “And the rest of the time?”

“There’s a lot of activities. We can choose after the hike. There are some really famous hot springs that sound really good too.”

That perked Daya up. “Hot springs? Like from the movies? Those exist in India?”

Dhruva laughed. “Everything is there in India, you just have to know where to go.”

Daya hummed. “I’m surprised. We are here for 5 days, and you only have a proper plan for 2 of them.”

Dhruva shrugged, hoping his blush wasn’t obvious. “I didn’t want to overload our trip.”

Daya smirked, rising from his chair to cross over to Dhruva’s, looming over him. Dhruva swallowed, breath hitching as one of Daya’s hands came to rest at the top of his thigh. “Was that the only reason?”

Dhruva was saved from responding when Daya sealed them mouths in a kiss that stole the breath from his lungs.

They ended up barely making it in time for breakfast.

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The city was beautiful, a different bustle and rhythm to Vizag that the two men enjoyed thoroughly. The trip into town was lovely, and their visits to the nearby Hadimba Devi temple and Tibetan monasteries were a very new experience for the pair.

The hike did result in Daya complaining about being dragged out of bed so early. The actual hike shut him up though, as they slowly but steadily made their way up the mountain in a walk that stole their breath away both literally and metaphorically. It was night by the time they returned to the hotel after a traditional dinner in town, and both had just enough energy to strip down to their underwear before crashing into bed.

Next day’s activity was primarily focused on a trip to the Vashist hot springs that had them wishing they never had to leave those incredible waters. It was easy to understand why the waters were said to have healing abilities, it seemed to have washed away not just all the muscle aches from the day before, but muscle tension from years on the job.

Their fourth day had involved river rafting, an experience Dhruva would treasure just for the way Daya had alternated from shouting with joy to freaking out and nearly overturning their boat. After a nice lunch, the pair had driven up to the Solang valley where Daya had lit up like a child at his first proper encounter with snow as they rode up the cable car. They had devolved to a snow fight quickly, ending up with the pain nearly collapsed on top of each other, laughing with tears streaming down their faces. The colorful paragliders that dotted the sky had captured Daya’s attention, and they had raced to the location, just barely getting squeezed into the last trips for the day. Viewing the sun set behind the mountains from up high had been a sight neither would forget for a long time.

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Dhruva yawned as he woke up, blinking blearily as he focused on the alarm clock. 6:00 AM.

They didn’t have any solid plans for the day, just enjoying their last few hours before they set out for Delhi. Dhruva turned his head to see Daya snoring softly, one arm tucked under his face. When Dhruva tried to get out of bed, Daya made a protesting noise, tightening the leg he had thrown over Dhruva’s. Moving slowly, Dhruva had eased away to use the restroom. As he made his way back, his gaze got caught in the sliver of space where they’d not pulled the curtain, and his eyes widened.

He hurried back to Daya, shaking him until the man woke up, glaring at him. “What?”

Dhruva’s excited face had Daya blinking and repeating his question in a more curious tone. Dhruva urged him to get dressed in his winter clothes, and went to the balcony, dragging Daya with him. Daya’s sharp inhale was very loud.

Snow was fluttering lightly to the ground, seeming to coat the entire world in a layer of white.

“It’s beautiful.”

Dhruva reached out to grab Daya’s hand blindly, squeezing it tightly. The early morning chill was making itself felt, but neither felt the slightest inclination to move. Until Daya tugged on their entwined hands to drag Dhruva against his side, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him in a clash of teeth. Dhruva clutched at Daya’s waist, molding himself against the man. When the kiss ended, they separated but an inch, leaning their foreheads together.

“Thank you.” Daya whispered, for once no jest or or hesitation in his voice. Just a sincerity and a confession wrapped in one.

Dhruva’s heart skipped a beat. “Happy anniversary, Bangaram.”

“That was a couple weeks ago.” Daya huffed.

Dhruva smiled sheepishly. “Couldn’t exactly wish you when I was in the middle of a drug bust.”

Daya’s hands squeezed him, pulling him back in for a kiss.

It was hard to say how long they stayed out there, but when their feet lost feeling, the pair was forced back to their bedroom.

The drive back to Delhi, and the subsequent flight back to Vizag were filled with a sense of wonder, both feeling like they had not only discovered a new layer to themselves, but also reveled in the beauty of sharing it with their lover.

Whatever happened next, this would be a trip they would remember till their dying day.

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(I do feel like it is a bit rough, and spent way more time on the first half and cheated with the actual trip description but I was on a deadline. Hope you can understand... 😅

Also I have never been to Manali, but hey, I’m a writer and that job description is all about making stuff up about stuff you’ve never experienced so...)

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