It is dusk and the beautiful Minara Masjid at Pydhonie is lit in stunning shades of green. As the evening progresses, and the sky turns ebony, the minaret looks surreal, standing tall as a symbol of peace, surrounded by a labyrinth of bustling streets, all lit up too. The cacophony blends well with shops, stalls and vendors selling food to those who have queued up already. Chairs and tables have been put out on the curb. What started decades ago with a mere handful of eateries, is now a burgeoning street food market. For many—irrespective of religion, caste, or creed—it’s a ritual to head to this food Mecca every Ramzan. Past 7 pm, when the fast is broken, and prayers are offered, the place comes to life. From thereon to the wee hours of the morning, food is the only religion.

Pics/Shadab Khan