Hotel Chaupal Gurgaon
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... from 1649 to 1857. During the year 1900 a proposal to the British Administration was made to move the capital from Calcutta to Delhi. Since the Government of British India considered that it would be easier to manage from Delhi and not of Calcutta.
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... stones from Hindu and Jain temples. Today there are carvings where the elephant God Ganesh can be seen as well as other deities, flowers and decorative items whereas Mosques generally have no icons, idols or natural forms at all, just writings from the Quran.
The Mina stands some 73 metres tall and apparently fell into disuse a relatively short time after it was completed because there are some 379 steps to the top and no-one could hear ...
... and altars for candles and other offerings. One of the main symbols for Jains is the swastika, an ancient Indian figure that is common here but startling for a westerner to see. There is something incredibly unnerving the first time you see a large swastika affixed to a Jain altar, temple sign, or tomb, even though it was their symbol long before Hitler stole it.
At one point Jainism constituted the religious tradition of a large ...
... David protested, said it wasn't good enough. David even said to the tourism man, this is fishy. (We were thinking, what could we do). The tourism man found the replacement hotel online and said, if I were you, I'd stay there, it's a nice place, you're lucky you've got somewhere. He said we'd have to wait a moment for a confirmation call. (While he made the call David whispered to me, this isn't right, but we'll just have to go with it. I felt sick. I looked about the office there ...
... to the parking lot.In the car, I’m gripped by what I have done. I fear that she will go home and be beaten by her father for not bringing in enough money. I search for her, my eyes scanning the piles of garbage on the road away from the City of Victory, but in vain. She is gone.
On the plane ride home to New York, I see this girl’s face over and over; she is burned into my brain. I drag her up the stairs to my apartment with the rest of my luggage, a ...