She's just outside the fort in the Shah Jahan Gardens. She's in the old capital founded by Sultan Sikandar Lodī. She's in an octagonal tower built for Mumtaz Mahal.
She's hiding in hands-down the most wonderful tribute anyone's ever paid to their wife.
She's catching a flight to Kheria Airport. She was trying to round up enough players for a game of ludo in the Pachisi Court. She was spotted strolling along the reflecting pool in the charbagh. She said something about getting a bite and a Kingfisher at the Yash Café. She said she's staying with a friend in Taj Ganj. She said she's a huge fan of glazed tile decorations, and I knew just where to send her. Look for him pestering the buffalo in Mehtab Bagh. Look for him bothering the birds by Keetham Lake. Look for her by Shah Jahan's Pearl Mosque. I'm pretty sure he's in the birthplace of Din-i-Ilahi. But I heard her plan a meeting "under the onion dome"? I warned him while he's in the TTZ to keep his emissions to a minimum. I told her if she has a sec, she should tie a black thread to the screens outside the Tomb of Salim Chishti. I know she was taking some correspondence clases from the Dayalbagh Educational Institute, and she wanted to pick up her diploma in person. I just know that he's holed up near a white marble mausoleum. I just know that he was meeting someone in a "drum house"? I heard her whisper to someone, "Meet me at the 'Jewel Box.'" I heard her mutter something about a "Lahore Gate". I asked him to grab me a souvenir at Shilpgram. He's waiting for someone by the Gate of Magnificence. He's off to see "a teardrop on the face of eternity." He promised to send me a postcard. He's off taking measurements of the Taj Mahal. He's in an octagonal tower built for Mumtaz Mahal. He's holed up in the fort of Akbar the Great. Head 120 miles south, and look for the guy who looks like an international criminal. Here, he dropped this note: "Meet me at the pool outside the House of Dreams. He was last seen lurking by the mosque built for Jahanara Begum. He was holding a ticket for a ride on the Palace on Wheels, and I'd swear it bore the code "AGC."
Unfortunately he grabbed one that dated back to the British Raj, so the restaurant picks were way out of whack. He was going to pick up a guidebook at the Aanee Bookshop. He said he's a huge fan of glazed tile decorations, and I knew just where to send him. He mentioned the tomb of an Indian prime minister? He found a perfect garden where he could relax by the River Yamuna. Is he doing some kind of a scavenger hunt, I wonder? He asked me where he could find a statue of Chhatrapati Shivaji on horseback. For her rendezvous, she had to slip through the Elephant Gate - in spite of her crippling fear of elephants.
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