My dear father,
I returned to my school yesterday and hasten to record my impressions of the three-week tour of the places of historic importance in Northern India. The trip, as a whole, was a very enjoyable, instructive and educative.
Our group left Allahabad for Lucknow by train on the night of September 7th. The ancient city of Nawabs reveals its existence, its ups and downs, through the medium of monument and memorials.
Here is the famous “Bhul-Bhulayya” with its misleading corridors, where Nawab Wazid Ali Shah is said to have played the game of hide and seek with the inmates of his harem. However interesting otherwise it might be, it appears sheer waste to me. It represents the slavery of the age, the age of the sovereign kings who were considered as divine.
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From Lucknow we travelled to Delhi and finally to Jaipur through Mathura. Agra and Fatehpur Sikri. Monuments were here, there and everywhere. I was not very happy to see these monuments because though they reminded us of the past dignitaries, yet some of these dignitaries had the vilest record.
But the trip had its compensation too. Something new is emerging on the rains of the past. Everywhere giant structures and massive projects are coming up. These are not the manifestations of the glory of some individual but in fact the determination of the masses to work for their well-being. The people as a whole are on the move and these massive structures show that nothing could deter them from the determination. I wish, dear father, I could express myself clearly, although I have got a lot to say.
How is mother? My love to Smriti and Abhishaik.
Your loving son,