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Night falls softly over Delhi, and the air grows fragrant with rose petals and attar. In the hallowed courtyard of Hazrat Nizamuddin’s dargah, lanterns shimmer, and the crowd gathers—a river of seekers flowing to the ocean of love. It is urs, the time of remembrance. The marble glows, alive with silent prayers. On a humble … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com