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The City whose name was Delhi was is a famous novel written by Intizar Hussain on the history of Delhi.

Content
The author wrote the book at the request of Niaz Ahmed, owner of Milestone Publications. This book covers the full social history of the city of Delhi. Its area is a detailed account of the rajal, kocha and bazaar, rasam, hobby, skills, colours and fragrances, taste and dishes, banke and narale, pir and fakir, hukama and mashahir, khwajgan, freedom movement of 1857, delhi's ajna and Delhi as the new capital.

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“There was a hall of audience, what a great map was of the halls. On the walls, there were inscriptions and inscriptions, some shields were hanging from the walls, a pen painting of the elders of the family. A broom lantern displayed on the roof. The carpet on the floor which shone silver light on the door, the Iranian carpet to the right and left. There were pillows laid on the floors through the support of the wall, covered with flowery sheets. There were calumet pipes placed in the middle. And some trash bins around the place. The satiated bag is in circulation with “glorion” wrapped in silver sheets. Some sweets were placed in saucers. The environment is blooming. To please the audience, sometimes poetry recitations used to take place, sometimes poetry competitions were held, sometimes dastangoi (Urdu Storytelling) was held, and musical artists were invited, and sometimes dances took place. And if none of this was taking place, then you could see chess boards lying around, and sometimes other board games such as Chaupar or, Ganjifa. The audience would be swapping the hookahs, and the pipe of the hookah would be moving from one man to another.”

One old man came to complain about fever, treatment was prescribed to him and he was told that he would experience some sweating and the fever would be gone. He tried the treatment, but neither did sweat appear, nor did the fever go. He modified the treatment, but still no results. The man went to the doctor’s office with a complaint, The doctor got angry and called him an idiot while raising his voice. The old man’s pride got hurt and he started sweating. The doctor calmly said “Sir please don’t mind what I said earlier, but this was your cure. You have started sweating, now God willing, your fever will also be gone.” The fever was gone”