Some say that love’s a little boy. Some say it’s a bird. Some say it makes the world go round—so mused a long dead poet. In Delhi, he would have without doubt heard some say that love is Lodi Gardens.

On a weekday afternoon, the park’s long, circular jogging track is empty. So are the green benches. The expansive lawn seems abandoned. But love is everywhere—in mausoleums, under a bridge, on a rock. On the rampart of Sikander Lodi’s tomb too. The wall spans out in a series of recessed arches; each has a Juliet and her Romeo. There flashes a wooing arm, a soft kiss.

Every move of these lovers is public; it’s on the Internet too. A short documentary on YouTube, titled Sexuality in India: Why People Hide In Lodi Garden, shows a pair kissing near a tea vendor.

Early this month, a Hindu nationalist outfit in Uttar Pradesh threatened to forcibly marry couples caught celebrating the “foreign festival" of Valentine’s Day. The organization is reported to have said: “India is a country where all 365 days are days for love, why then must couples observe only 14 February as Valentine’s Day? We are not against love. But if a couple is in love, then they must get married..."

They may not have intended it, but the first half of the utterance does hold true for Lodi Gardens and, as a recent Love Maps project on Google Maps started by Mumbai-based photographer and curator Anusha Yadav reveals, other Indian cities, too. Yadav, inspired by a friend’s birthday gift, created a map for New Delhi, Mumbai and Bengaluru, and asked people to pin down the place in their city where they fell in love. Since mid-January, when the maps went live, several people across the country have entered their names, often more than once. The project, says Yadav, is an “attempt to strip away different narratives about the city, leaving only love, the most primal emotion".

In Lodi Gardens, it’s romance in all seasons, though summer is friendlier. In her essay Lodi Garden, published in the anthology City Improbable: Writings On Delhi, novelist Bulbul Sharma writes, “Winter afternoons which bring great crowds of people to Lodi Gardens cause great grief to the courting couples who long for the quiet, sultry days of summer when they can sit safely under the shade of the neem tree and whisper sweet nothings to each other, watched only by a sympathetic pair of cooing doves."

Sharma forgot about peeping Toms like me. Over the years, I have off and on interacted with the lovers in this central Delhi park. Most said they had chosen this place, far from their homes, in the hope that no acquaintance would see them together. At stake is their reputation, and that of their families.

Many of these couples are the children of first-generation migrants to the Capital. Their Delhi is the city that author Ranjana Sengupta sketched out in her 2008 book Delhi Metropolitan: The Making Of An Unlikely City. “Lodi Gardens are a rare bastion of liberality and tolerance, an oasis marked in the maps of Delhi’s lost lovers," Sengupta says. “It is a thin fig leaf perhaps but most of the VIPs who walk in the Gardens would not approve of the persecution, public shaming and exposure of the couples who congregate there. The police know this and hence they leave the lovers alone. The power walkers have power and influence and would stop any police brutality in its tracks, though the same individuals might be reactionary and intolerant otherwise in their lives. At least that is the perception."

Of course, lovers pervade every public park in the Capital that is not nestled within a residential locality. A stroll in the Buddha Jayanti Park near Dhaula Kuan revealed bolder expressions of intimacy than in Lodi Gardens.

In Lodi Gardens, you don’t have to be an anthropologist to spot the social disparity between the lovers and the regulars.

The latter include ministers, industrialists, bureaucrats, diplomats and columnists. They tread firmly on the soft earth; their outdoor gear would be eyed with admiration in the tony Khan Market nearby.

The lovers walk hesitantly. Their eyes dart around anxiously, like those of an unlicensed street-food vendor scanning for policemen. The girls are almost always in salwar-kameez suits. “Delhi’s young lovers who seek refuge in parks don’t have anywhere else to go, so they’re not young professionals with their own places," says Sengupta. “They’re on the margins of the middle classes or from towns in the suburbs, living with relatives or in crowded PGs, and can’t afford hotels or weekends away. They will not be clothed in frayed denim or GAP/Next/Zara/Benetton (original or knock-off). They lack the self-confident ethnicity of south Delhi/Noida/Gurgaon progeny. They’re neatly dressed—dressed for the office or the call centre or college, which is where their parents expect them to be. The parks are the only places they can go to be together and Lodi Gardens is the safest of all of them. If they are caught, they are not likely to say, “My father knows the police commissioner...’," she adds.

A teenaged couple sitting on the steps of Muhammad Shah Sayyid’s mausoleum in Lodi Gardens is overheard talking in Hindi.

Boy: You picked up a call from an unsaved number?

Girl: You are pagal (mad).

Boy: Tell me who it was.

Girl: You are making dahi out of my dimaag (you’re irritating me).

Close by, a woman in a black burqa and black leather overcoat is snapping at her boyfriend. He holds his ears, as if seeking pardon. She is not mollified.

The slope beside the Mughal-era Athpula stone bridge has as many couples as there are ducks in the pond below.

“Delhi doesn’t enable lovers," says Sengupta. “I can’t think of a city lower in the romance stakes, unless we’re looking at Jeddah or Tehran. The only space that remotely qualifies is Lodi Gardens, and that is more because of the oddities of the city’s various contradictory universes than any true sympathies for the needs of desperate lovers.

“It’s Lodi Gardens’ location at the very heart of Lutyens’ Delhi (and you could argue that it is the heart of Lutyens’ Delhi) that allows couples in search of privacy to conceal themselves undisturbed in bushes, undergrowth, and in the various passages and alcoves of the Lodi tombs. What the kings think about such acts taking place near the resting places of their now-powdery bones, I don’t know. But then what they think of the area surrounding their mausoleum becoming the favoured recreational space for the Capital’s elite is also unknown," says Sengupta.

Evening is setting in. The tombs and lawns in Delhi are gradually emptying of lovers. Lodi Gardens will soon be left alone in the dim glow of its lamp posts. The lovers in Mumbai, meanwhile, will wait for the moon to rise slightly higher.

Dhamini Ratnam contributed to this story.

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