On a fine Saturday morning, I remember coming back from a 4-5 day vacation with a terrible horrible-no good-screwed up sleep cycle. I had nothing to do that morning, really, NOTHING. I hate sitting idle and there couldn't be anything better for me, really.
I decided to go out, on an impromptu touristy adventure in my city. I left home sometime between 8 and 9 in the morning and boarded the metro. My experience of Central Secretariat metro station had not been very memorable, almost blurry because of the rush. I decided to hop off. I got out of Gate No.2 and started walking towards Raisina Hill, with only a slight hint of there being a Changing of Guard ceremony. The rest is a story of extreme people watching, chilling with on-duty policemen and a mild heart attack when I thought that I dropped my camera...
I decided to go out, on an impromptu touristy adventure in my city. I left home sometime between 8 and 9 in the morning and boarded the metro. My experience of Central Secretariat metro station had not been very memorable, almost blurry because of the rush. I decided to hop off. I got out of Gate No.2 and started walking towards Raisina Hill, with only a slight hint of there being a Changing of Guard ceremony. The rest is a story of extreme people watching, chilling with on-duty policemen and a mild heart attack when I thought that I dropped my camera...
