"There's no proof yet, neither the tombstone put up by ASI'asserts' that. It only mentions'said to be' of Sultan Raziya, How can you.?
The guide cuts the tourist short in the middle as politely as possible and asserts,"Sir, this is indeed the place where she was buried."
"How? do you know?. Did you offer her namaz-e-janaza?. At least three cities claim to have her burial site, Kaithal and Tonk are the two others!. People like you there too assert those are her resting places.", demands the zealous tourist again.
"Sir.", the guide fumbles,"for me Delhi."
"For you Delhi!."
"Means, She could have died in Tonk but later on her remains were brought to Delhi via Kaithal."
"Delhi via Kaithal? And why did they go 100 miles North of Delhi to Kaithal and come back?"the tourist asks reprimanding.
This was enough for the Delhiwallah guide.
"Arrey! Sir. What do you want in Rs. 200? For Red fort also, you asked the same thing that there are two more forts which claim to be Red - one in Agra another in Pakistan. Did my father built those? Even if my forefathers had worked at those sites they were interested only in their wages to keep the kitchen fires alighted and so am I."
The tourist was shocked for a while, he looked here and there blankly, the jumble of all sorts of cables over his head, the walls of the enclosure which had a mosque also and the buildings. A purple kite was dangling from the cables.
The guide went on,"If you know everything then why don't you visit all those places and deduce yourself why and where and how?"
Then the guide noticed the silence. Delhiwallahs get put off easily if they don't find audience or appreciation.
The tourist shelled out two hundred rupees and saw him off.
He sat down at the bench meant for performing ablutions for the salaah.
The kite fell down at one of the graves. The tourist reflected,'is it a matter of'Akkad-bakkad'?.
Then he stood to leave thinking that does it really matter which grave of which city belonged to the great warrior queen if someone could still make a living out of her name in three different cities.'Greatness indeed.' He was amazed at his conclusion.
The kite spiralled with a gust of north eastern wind and landed at the grave again.
The tourist was having a look at the graves when a few children entered the enclosure and dashed towards the kite, none of them got it, one got the string, another the spokes, another thrust his hand right through the thin paper.
The tourist left through the dingy alleyways.
