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i Darwaza in front of my bemused family. Iltutmish’s paradigmatic ideas of using old materials to inaugurate the Indo-Islamic fusion in buildings for secular and religious purposes: Qutub complex prepared us to enjoy our next adventure in Agra.</blockquote>Everything became more beautiful and meaningful in the right company, and we were honoured to be in the company of our cousins. They made us so welcome in their home and made our Delhi trip incredibly memorable.Bio of the Qutub Complex:<figure id="154f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*Fbanad8nv0GXB4UjLB4sIA.jpeg"><figcaption>Image credit-author</figcaption></figure>Panoramic view of the Qutub Complex:<figure id="f718"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*7OM4BaZpauCviow5c8dspg.jpeg"><figcaption>Image by author</figcaption></figure>Front view of the Alai mosque in the Qutub Complex:<figure id="c329"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*DDOa9MlsjmAvMuoriAkRkw.jpeg"><figcaption>Image credit-author</figcaption></figure>Iron Pillar in the Complex added by Firuz Shah Tughlaq in the fourteenth century:<figure id="0e06"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*7sg1ilusZVsbnB2PBiYExQ.jpeg"><figcaption>Image credit-author</figcaption></figure>After spending quality time accompanied by the history lessons, we all decided to go back home. Our family reunion continued as Hadi uncle came to stay with Aun’s family on his way to the US that afternoon.<blockquote id="da15">After enjoying lots of chaat at a famous eatery, AZ, along with Nida and Isr, returned to a sumptuous meal of dosa, sambhar, and other delicacies prepared under the guidance of Lubna. We enjoyed the meal immensely and then spent the whole afternoon chatting reminiscing our interactions and mostly talking about my mom.</blockquote>Later that afternoon, AZ went out to meet their cousin in a nearby café. Afterwards, Nida and Isra took them to a trampoline park in Gurugram’s kids’ zone.AZ with Nida and Isra:<figure id="5669"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*fw-olJ1uIkdbes4_FHdUDg.jpeg"><figcaption>Image credit-author</figcaption></figure>The whole evening went by so quickly that it made it more enjoyable with the regular flow of tea, snacks, and a delicious dinner.<blockquote id="e06b">Dilli Haat was our next destination with Lubna, Nishi aunty (Lubna’s mom) and Isra. Z shopped for leather bags, and A searched for small gifts for his co-workers.</blockquote>Nishi aunty’s lavish treat of Punjabi food was the icing on the cake. Surprisingly, Z commented on our way to the guest house that our trip seemed complete with all the fun and hospitality extended by Lubna and Aun, Nida and Isra, and everyone else at their home.Tickets to the Dilli Haat:<figure id="0656"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*7Z1h75XrSbWEf-vdgWk6mQ.jpeg"><figcaption>Image credit-author</figcaption></figure>Best Punjabi food ever:<figure id="5bd3"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*mvJNkbfwlX107v0yLqKeKw.jpeg"><figcaption>Image credit-author</figcaption></figure>When we reached the guest house around 4 pm, we contemplated our trip to see the Taj Mahal (Agra).The giddy excitement has been building inside me since February that I’ll be able to see the Taj with my kids, and I earnestly wanted them to feel the magic of that monument of love. I had envisioned myself in front of the Taj with AZ a few hundred times since their birth, and now the universe was ready to take me to the destination.We eagerly waited for Maryam (my sister) in the evening, as it had been years since we met in Lake Forest (US). When she came with all the love and good wishes for us, it was heart-warming for us to spend time with her and discuss our plans.</p

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TRAVEL | INDIA | LIFE | INSPIRATION | FAMILY | LOVE

A Trip of a Lifetime With My Children

Meeting family, visiting historical sites, and tasting the best food (part three- THE NEW DELHI EXPERIENCE)

Your love is making me delirious with happiness. Thank you, my Medium readers; your support means the world. It was a memorable journey where my kids got unconditional love. It was an incredible experience when my kids met with my nieces and nephews.

They got to see where I get the values that I hold so dear. They witness the ease they can understand the culture. They impressed everyone with etiquettes that they used to scorn about. For the first time, they didn’t have to try hard to fit in.

Suddenly, I was getting heartfelt thank you. Suddenly, I had become cool to them. Finally, AZ knew why I was so strict with them. The love of my family made my kids feel welcome.

I wanted my children to enjoy meeting their cousins[1] and love them as much as I did. AZ gave me the most pleasant surprise when they met Nida and Isra and gelled effortlessly with them. I was so overwhelmed to see the connection for many reasons.

First, I’ve been very close to Aun and Ismaeel since childhood. Aun had always treated me as his real sister. They never had any grudges when I used to spend months in Shamsabad, intruding on their family time that they would have liked to spend alone. I can never forget their kindness and always feel indebted to them.

Once again, Aun, Lubna, Nida and Isra welcomed us graciously in their beautiful, gorgeous home with love, good company, and wonderful food. We did not want to go anywhere else, and it seemed our trip was complete, and we could have left India without any regrets. Lubna instantly made us feel at home with warmth, care, and genuine love.

Lubna and Aun have decorated their home with such finesse and taste. Lubna is a great artist herself, which was reflected subtly in every corner of the house. Due to their generosity, we’re able to enjoy our stay at their luxurious home. AZ felt so at home with them when they stepped into their house.

We shared, talked, laughed, and opened up about our respective parenting styles, and I could see how AZ’s eyes lit up with the realization that they were subjected to the same rules in Canada and could see the relevance (a little bit). It was heart-warming to see the resemblance between Nida and Z and how the four of them chilled together in the evening after dinner.

Z has been missing Timmy’s a lot, but Susheela’s (the housekeeper) cold coffee after dinner at Aun’s place somewhat made her craving for Timmy’s subside.

The next day, we embarked on another historical adventure of visiting Qutub Minar[2], which turned out to be a fantastic family outing with Aun, Lubna, Nida, and Isra. All the kids posed for pictures around the complex, and they looked like models on a photoshoot.

Us at the Qutub complex:

We and Aun’s family:

I tried to spill out my historical knowledge to innocent bystanders near the Alai Darwaza in front of my bemused family. Iltutmish’s paradigmatic ideas of using old materials to inaugurate the Indo-Islamic fusion in buildings for secular and religious purposes: Qutub complex prepared us to enjoy our next adventure in Agra.

Everything became more beautiful and meaningful in the right company, and we were honoured to be in the company of our cousins. They made us so welcome in their home and made our Delhi trip incredibly memorable.

Bio of the Qutub Complex:

Panoramic view of the Qutub Complex:

Front view of the Alai mosque in the Qutub Complex:

Iron Pillar in the Complex added by Firuz Shah Tughlaq in the fourteenth century:

After spending quality time accompanied by the history lessons, we all decided to go back home. Our family reunion continued as Hadi uncle came to stay with Aun’s family on his way to the US that afternoon.

After enjoying lots of chaat at a famous eatery, AZ, along with Nida and Isr, returned to a sumptuous meal of dosa, sambhar, and other delicacies prepared under the guidance of Lubna. We enjoyed the meal immensely and then spent the whole afternoon chatting reminiscing our interactions and mostly talking about my mom.

Later that afternoon, AZ went out to meet their cousin in a nearby café. Afterwards, Nida and Isra took them to a trampoline park in Gurugram’s kids’ zone.

AZ with Nida and Isra:

The whole evening went by so quickly that it made it more enjoyable with the regular flow of tea, snacks, and a delicious dinner.

Dilli Haat was our next destination with Lubna, Nishi aunty (Lubna’s mom) and Isra. Z shopped for leather bags, and A searched for small gifts for his co-workers.

Nishi aunty’s lavish treat of Punjabi food was the icing on the cake. Surprisingly, Z commented on our way to the guest house that our trip seemed complete with all the fun and hospitality extended by Lubna and Aun, Nida and Isra, and everyone else at their home.

Tickets to the Dilli Haat:

Best Punjabi food ever:

When we reached the guest house around 4 pm, we contemplated our trip to see the Taj Mahal (Agra).

The giddy excitement has been building inside me since February that I’ll be able to see the Taj with my kids, and I earnestly wanted them to feel the magic of that monument of love. I had envisioned myself in front of the Taj with AZ a few hundred times since their birth, and now the universe was ready to take me to the destination.

We eagerly waited for Maryam (my sister) in the evening, as it had been years since we met in Lake Forest (US). When she came with all the love and good wishes for us, it was heart-warming for us to spend time with her and discuss our plans.

She gave us useful pointers to plan for our trip ahead to different cities and generously gave us time and money-saving tips. It was quite late when she went back, and I was scared until she reached her home safely. After receiving a text of her safe arrival, we’re ready for some beauty sleep.

To be continued:

Sincere thanks to Denise Larkin for giving my story a comfortable spot in her publication. ❤️❤️

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[1] My mom maintained close relationship with all family members; she lived for her family would be an understatement. Our summer and winter breaks were spent in the maternal home where there were hordes of cousins, aunts, uncles, grandmothers, and grandfathers. I am very attached to my first cousins: Aun and Ismaeel (mom brother’s kids) so I stayed with them for few nights.

[2] https://www.britannica.com/topic/Qutb-Minar

Part one: