Fading walls, chipped and grimy frame India’s sooty streets and Agra, the Taj Mahal’s home, takes no exception.
A few hundred yards from the Taj’s glowing perfection, I found the wall.
Just a normal wall in India, but on this day a wall that captivated my attention. Partly because of its texture but also because of how it surrounded the people and vehicles passing by, fusing them into its color and contrast, into the cacophonous tapestry known as India.
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