What a place.. I am not even sure how many people know it as Khari Baoili but the name dates back to the 1600's when the spice market was first built. The streets are lined with narrow, deep shops one after another, each overflowing with various spices and nuts. Some of these shops have been there since the market opened and run by the 9th or 10th generation owners.
Millions of hardworking, stinky men pour in and out of the alley ways, each contributing their parts to intertwined chaos. As you stroll along the sidewalk your eyes are constantly shuffling around, scanning the scene at all there is to be seen. It is complete and utter overstimulation.
Somebody taps your arm and you look down to see a barefoot, messy haired little girl holding a half-naked baby as she asks you for milk money or a pack of biscuits. As if that doesn't tug on your emotions enough the ravenous dog behind her limps around through the sewage sipping on some black street water and eating plastic wrappers. Men surround you everywhere you look. They are either in full power work mode or passed out in the streets reeking of p i s s. There is no justice in calling it pee, urine, or tee tee in the streets of Old Delhi. It is piss and there is no other way to describe this abundant rancid stench.
You bump into tourists from all over the world because no matter where you are going your eyes are much too occupied to be staring at the ground in front of you. Shop owners are shouting about offering mango tea or cashews for the road. Sales are taking place right and left: jasmine tea, dried papaya, himalayan salt, and rose water. It seems like you are in the midst of all of the action until you venture off into any of the small winding alleys. You keep walking through this rabbit hole of incredible perfumes pouring into your nostrils interrupted by the occasional sneeze.
After you spend hours wandering and wondering, you fall back into the main street, which is quite obvious because you recognize where you are even if you have never been there before. You are back in the piss filled fragrance of the beautiful, bustling disarray of Old Delhi, India. I do believe my eyes have been graced by some of the most striking scenery on this Earth from the beaches of Thailand to the Alps of Switzerland, but there is something so mesmerizing and captivating about India. It is the way that the pieces all fall into the most miraculous and complex puzzle. It is the way that your mind can be taken away in an instant by a life changing moment. It is the way that you can feel your heart actually growing and molding from feelings you did not know that you could feel. That is India. That is Old Delhi.. It will move you, change you, shape you, and completely rock your entire concept of life as you've known it. Just ride around the city on a rickshaw around 6am and you will never feel the same way about life ever again.