The crumbling remains of the Tughlaqabad Fort are reminiscent of its lost grandeur. Ghazi Malik would toss and turn in his grave seeing his dream city in such neglect and disrepair. The fort itself is a desolate place with only a few visitors coming to catch the glimpse of this relic of past. My friends and I arrived at the fort by 7:00 in the morning and we were the first one to buy the tickets. The view of the magnificent façade of the fort from the road got me excited even before I could get inside.