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It looks like an unassuming gate, doesn't it?
The last time I was here, it was quiet. This time, I could hear the shouts and laughter from the street before we even stepped inside.
How cool is that? To swim in a stepwell? Other than the one at Nizamuddin, I didn't know there were any still in use in Delhi. Most don't have enough water and are full of trash (not that this water was clean).
There were even a few boys brave enough to use the old-style diving pillars. Maybe I should say "reckless enough", because beneath that green, trashy water is a set of stone steps, strong enough to break bones.
Still in the 105 degrees it was out there, it's gotta be nice to know the stepwell makes a good place to swim.
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