These narrow streets have seen history in the making. They have seen it all. They have seen generation after another walking through them, bustling with life at times and deserted in other times. They have seen complete population changes, shops opening and closing. They are an open history book with traces of such events left all over for us to notice, but little do we look at the remnants of our past. Few places have survived our eagerness to move ahead with our destruction in the name of modernisation. We look up to other countries and cities for their historical heritage and realise, a little too late, that we have lost ours. I don’t mean that we should not progress with modern life’s realities. There are ways and means to keep up with progress but we don’t have to do this at the expense of our heritage.