Muskuraiye! Aap Lucknow Mein Hain...A Trip to Hazratganj with Mona Darling!

"Smile! For you are in Lucknow!"
Image credits: Chatterji, Anandamoy. A view of the new look Hazratganj at 6.45 AM on 05.08.2011. 2011. Lucknow. Flickr. https://www.flickr.com/photos/14892851@N06/6010294023.

"Lucknow isn't just a city, it's a story,
A story aeons old.
The people here are Nawabi,
And kebabs are served galore!
Lucknow isn't just a city, it's a memory,
A beckoning to the past.
It's big, it's small, it's free!
But time, it has managed to grasp..."

"Smile! For you are in Lucknow! Oh, the buzz, the fashion!
You are standing in the middle of Hazratganj, the city's regal attraction!"

"These streets curl and wound up in covers,
Each curve has a memory to rediscover..."

"Books are a man's best friends, never fret, behold!
Read a couple of them, they succour the lonely soul."

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