Once declared by Time Magazine as the Best Urban Oasis of Asia, Lodhi Garden is a public park in New Delhi. Generously sprinkled with tombs and trees, it is frequented by top politicians, bureaucrats, businessmen, diplomats and other Very Important People (VIPs). It is also a refuge for lovelorn couples.

Sun's Last Ray Shimmers on a Ruined Tomb Before the Evening Sets In

"A life without love is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead" – Oscar Wilde

Lovers are boring. There is nothing new about them. They are occupied in doing exactly the things that millions of people have already done before them.

Lodhi Garden Lovers - On the Grass

Lodhi Garden Lovers - On the Bench

Lodhi Garden Lovers - On the Slope

These lovers have no eagerness to the surrounding world. Their eyes do not see beauty in the flowers. Their skins do not tremble under the cool shade of the thick trees. Their hands do not feel the fresh wetness of the evening grass. Their ears do not hear the chirping of the birds. Their sensibilities do not get invigorated by the sight of decaying monuments. Their nerves do not get nervous as the blue sky gradually shuts down to the darkness of the dusk. The lovers are immune to the worldly senses. They have no interest in anything that does not add up to their lover. Oh yes, lovers are boring people.

"There is no remedy for love but to love more." - Henry David Thoreau

Lovers are careless. They are not bothered with the demands of the world.

Lodhi Garden Lovers - Under a Tree

Lodhi Garden Lovers - Under a Shrub

Lodhi Garden Lovers - In the Arms

All the cares dissolve down into the substance of the lover. The entire universe gets secreted into the being of that person. Nothing seems important other than the lover. The hustle-bustle of the larger life ceases. All other significant relations - parents, siblings, friends, colleagues - are silenced; their existence reduced down to the melodious hum of the surrounding traffic that whirrs dreamily around the circumference of the garden. Everyone and everything is forgotten. Oh yes, lovers are careless people.

"Come live with me and be my love." – Christopher Marlowe