I'm really enjoying reading your blog and its strange because this post or atleast a part of it could be my life in Bombay. I just meandered my way to this sheher a couple of years back.
The thing is growing up in Delhi, I think I fell in love with her, with who she is and how much she is. If you were to look at my city as a room then you have to find the trap door which is apparent but hidden in the texture of the walls and once you find it the walls fall away to reveal the butterfly effect of the room you'v always seen but this time its different. There are vines and creepers hidden along the undersides of the bed and chipkalis and kaan ka keedas and white colored 'susu' keedas where they really dont deserve to be.
Delhi lets you be not one but a thousand things and will show you her secrets if only your willing to look.
Its a city that can morph itself to your every mood, my city in winter encloses in itself the purest and most genuine feeling of elation. The light changes and when we think of Delhi the weather has a lot to do with out nostalgia. Warm, sluggish whirring fan, summer afternoons in Delhi University and monsoon in a car peering out at the road.
The train pulling into New Delhi station, a flash of light before dark, light,flash dark, dark, dark, dark and then the all too muchness of light. secret writing on the stones of a forgotten monument, secret chaste walks in Lohdi gardens when all you want is the audacity of the local leach to jump your companion, who if he or she is sensible is eating lemon tarts from the IIC.
Weeping at the sight of the purana kila all lit up like a bride who will never get married. Talking Bhartnaytam and other constructive activities or just general pretentious posturing with knees touching under a dirty table serving up momos or Kathi kababs.
The license to be pretentious and then be a jaat. to be pish posh and a dehati, to love and like and might I add hate with abandon.
You dont have to like Delhi to love her. Delhi is not 'nice' and she doesn't make it easy but its wonderful to be in love with her because sometime you cant tell if she is walking to you or away from you.
The thing is growing up in Delhi, I think I fell in love with her, with who she is and how much she is. If you were to look at my city as a room then you have to find the trap door which is apparent but hidden in the texture of the walls and once you find it the walls fall away to reveal the butterfly effect of the room you'v always seen but this time its different. There are vines and creepers hidden along the undersides of the bed and chipkalis and kaan ka keedas and white colored 'susu' keedas where they really dont deserve to be.
Delhi lets you be not one but a thousand things and will show you her secrets if only your willing to look.
Its a city that can morph itself to your every mood, my city in winter encloses in itself the purest and most genuine feeling of elation. The light changes and when we think of Delhi the weather has a lot to do with out nostalgia. Warm, sluggish whirring fan, summer afternoons in Delhi University and monsoon in a car peering out at the road.
The train pulling into New Delhi station, a flash of light before dark, light,flash dark, dark, dark, dark and then the all too muchness of light. secret writing on the stones of a forgotten monument, secret chaste walks in Lohdi gardens when all you want is the audacity of the local leach to jump your companion, who if he or she is sensible is eating lemon tarts from the IIC.
Weeping at the sight of the purana kila all lit up like a bride who will never get married. Talking Bhartnaytam and other constructive activities or just general pretentious posturing with knees touching under a dirty table serving up momos or Kathi kababs.
The license to be pretentious and then be a jaat. to be pish posh and a dehati, to love and like and might I add hate with abandon.
You dont have to like Delhi to love her. Delhi is not 'nice' and she doesn't make it easy but its wonderful to be in love with her because sometime you cant tell if she is walking to you or away from you.
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