Dilli, 1857.
A gun boomed somewhere. Ghalib went home and wrote in his diary:
'11 May 1857. Thursday. All directions are filled with the sounds of galloping hooves and scampering feet. After killing the Brits, the rebels camped in the city. They turned the gardens in the Fort into their stables…
The king emperor could not house such a large contingent nor provide for them, and as a fallout, he was swayed by its power.
The battle began and canon balls rained like pellets…’
The boom of a canon sounded in the distance.
From Mirza Ghalib, A Biographical Scenario by Gulzar
Red Fort Delhi.
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