Friday, 17 May 2013

52. Outsiders

They all had come to the place from outside.
Even I was an outsider.

I was at Golkonda Fort in Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh.
Some of them had come there to enjoy and relax.

Obviously they had good time.

And there were others too, who also came from a distance of at least two thousand miles.
But they were here to earn their livelihood, do some hard work.
Food is different, language is different, living away from their dear ones.

Still it was amazing to see them smiling.

We were all outsiders .. to Golkonda Fort! 


  1. I loved it. In many of our states I find the outsiders sweating out to make the life of the locals easy.

    1. I agree. That is why the concept of 'sons of land' (Bhumiputra) within our own country confuses me!!


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