Old Delhi Tour
Old delhi is a 400 year old city. It was commissioned by an Indian king whose heart was broken badlu in love. But it inspired him to become one of the finest builder of India after King Ashok. He commissioned this large city along with gigantic palaces , forts , bazars &mosque. Enjoy the rickshaw ride in the narrow lanes of old delhi. It might become the highlight of your tour. There are places that you visit, and then there are places that happen to you.
Old Delhi tour, for me, wasn’t just a destination — it was an experience. A loud, colorful, chaotic, and unforgettable experience. I remember the day vividly. It was a winter morning, that perfect Delhi kind — foggy, a bit chilly, and filled with the scent of early chai brewing in every street corner stall. I had heard stories about
Chandni Chowk and its ancient alleys, about the mouthwatering food and centuries-old monuments, but nothing had quite prepared me for what I was about to see, smell, and feel. The moment I stepped out of the metro at Chandni Chowk, I was hit by a sensory explosion. Rickshaws weaving through crowds, street vendors shouting prices, the aroma of frying samosas mingling with incense from a nearby temple — it was overwhelming, and yet, strangely magnetic. My first stop was the famous
Jama Masjid. As I stood at the foot of the massive staircase, the red sandstone mosque towering above me, I felt like I had stepped into a history book. I removed my shoes, rented a loose gown to cover up (modesty is important here), and walked inside. The silence within the mosque was such a stark contrast to the noise outside. Pigeons fluttered around, kids ran across the wide courtyard, and a cool breeze whispered through the archways. I sat for a few minutes on the marble floor, just observing. There’s something incredibly humbling about being in a place that has seen so many centuries pass by. Next came the real adventure — the food. And oh, Old Delhi does not disappoint. I hopped on a cycle rickshaw that creaked its way through lanes so narrow, sometimes I felt I could stretch my arms and touch the walls on both sides. My rickshaw-wala smiled, “Khaane aaye ho toh sab kuch try karna padega!” (If you’ve come for the food, you’ll have to try everything!) He wasn’t wrong. First came the
Paranthe Wali Gali — crispy, stuffed, and swimming in ghee. Then, a quick detour to grab some jalebis as big as my palm, still warm and sticky from the syrup. And just when I thought I couldn’t eat more, I found myself in front of Karim’s, devouring the softest kebabs and butter-soaked rotis. Every bite tasted like a secret recipe passed down for generations. What I loved most, though, was how Old Delhi made me feel connected to both the past and the present at the same time. Around one corner, I saw ancient Mughal architecture; around another, a man selling knock-off Bluetooth speakers. Kids ran barefoot next to hand-pulled carts, and shopkeepers sipped chai while discussing cricket scores. One moment I was marveling at the intricacies of a centuries-
old haveli, and the next, I was bargaining for oxidized earrings with a woman who clearly had a PhD in negotiation. I didn’t win the bargain, but I did get a laugh and a story. I ended my day at the
Red Fort,
its grand silhouette glowing under the setting sun. I didn’t go inside that day — my legs were too tired and my heart too full. Instead, I sat across the street, sipping kulhad wali chai and watching the world go by. The honking, the colors, the people — it was all still there, but now, I wasn’t overwhelmed. I had become a part of it.
Old Delhi doesn’t care for polished façades or luxury. It’s raw, real, and unapologetically alive. It’s where history breathes through every brick, and stories wait around every corner. Yes, it’s messy. Yes, it’s loud. But it’s also soulful and deeply human in a way few places are.
Looking back, I think everyone should walk those lanes at least once. Not just to eat or to shop, but to feel — to feel the pulse of a city that refuses to be forgotten.
Because Old Delhi doesn’t just show you its past — it makes you live it.
