“Moment, second, minute, hour, day, date, month,” I speak aloud as I read, craning my neck to comprehend the string of words mounted on a wall in Lodhi Colony. The searing May afternoon heat of New Delhi makes it impossible to look at them for too long and I avert my gaze when the glare of the sun gets intolerable. The words lie parallel to the plane of the ground and perpendicular to the plane of the wall and perhaps, it is this seemingly inane arrangement that leaves me awestruck and fuels my determination to figure them out.

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