Deep in the dense volume of Delhi’s history Raghu Kardad investigates ‘the remarkable, untold story of the Japanese in the Old Fort’.
It is possible to live in Delhi and not believe in ghosts, but that would be stubborn considering that they’re everywhere. And some, more than others, have to be believed. A dead woman in a kimono visits the grounds of the Old Fort, the Mughal massif at the heart of modern Delhi. She is seen at du…
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