Delhi, the city which dreams with open eyes, the city which
welcomes the lone traveler with a warm embrace… the city which has romanced
history yet adapted to have a modern affair… the city where I breathed my first
and hope to breathe my last as well. Shrouded in its veil of mystery, Delhi
never fails to surprise.
They might call it the crime capital of India or the
pollution capital of the big-round-world, nothing, mark you can diminish my
love for the city I call home. My love story with Delhi technically began on
March 2, 1993 (yes, I just gave out my age) but the real sparks flew when my
father was transferred here some eleven years back.
Each day has become a gold leafed entry in my book of life,
each memory, a treasured possession.
It is the beauty of how this city weaves together the
mundane and the ordinary to make the most astonishing trinkets. From the Old
Fort to the Shopping Malls, each monument to the ever-evolving culture
contributes its own little share to the magical history of Delhi. From the
Mughal Emperors to the common man laboring under the sun, all of them have left
indelible marks on our lands… blessing us with a culture vibrant like none
other.
For the past decade I’ve lived and loved my city. I’ve
enjoyed its rains and cursed its heat. I’ve seen it changing over time. In this
series, I’ll try to capture in words, my unique bond with my city. I’ll try to
tell the tale of how we grew up and fell in love… Keep watching this space.
Much thanks to @WeAreNewDelhi for making me realize just how
special our city is!
