A few steps outside Nizamuddin Dargah.
Where millions of devotees throng to buy offerings and make a wish for their lives in Delhi to be made easier. In the dark alleys, there is a tiny light bulb that always shines. The flame of Hope and Prayer that keeps dreams of a thousands of migrants coming to India’s capital in search of opportunity, a new lease to life.
Well, everyone has aspirations and everyone is desirous to be part of the great Indian Story of a burgeoning economy, middle class – possibly a nation awakening. And yet, a simple picture like this reminds me – We are nothing, if we do not have that little thing – called FAITH!