Jadoo tree

Behatar sath sath hei, na?

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Nature, giving me the what-for

Not something man can create

I love peaches. They are, to my taste, so perfect that they demonstrate the limits of our great abilities to create and alter and remake according to our whims.

No matter how hard we try, we can’t create such perfection. I think tomorrow I shall go in search of peach pie.

मेरी आडू | मुझे चाहिये |

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Cozy in Lodi

Resemble anyone?

More Lodi lovers. On the green lawns outside the octagonal tomb of Mohammed Shah.

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I’m cheering for ya, Mohan

Scribbled love

To the young, macho Indian man, there must be something irresistible about scrawling your romantic intentions on an old monument. This, from a nook at the palace of Jodhabai in Fatepur Sikri. I hope it worked out.

Of course, as much as a dark corner is perfect for inscribing the desires of the heart, it’s also a fine place to dump your litter.

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Ahhhhh, young love

Hot snuggle in the park

Lodi Gardens is Delhi’s green lung and respite from the hustle and dust of the city. But it’s also a haven for young lovers who, in a society that is mostly repressive of sexual urges, can come here and snuggle and canoodle to their heart’s content.

It’s actually more public necking than would likely be deemed appropriate in the U.S., though they do generally keep their clothes completely on. And sometimes it’s literally necking, as mouth-kissing is still far more taboo than kissing necks (and foreheads and hands and ears and arms and…).

I try to be discreet when photographing their trysts:

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Graff love

Ahh young stupid lovers...

Humayun’s Tomb, a 16th-century edifice built with a wife’s grand love for her emperor husband, becomes a canvas for the fleeting passions of innocent hearts.

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