Monday, September 24, 2012

Dilli

I am in Delhi now.

Mumbai seems to have been shifted to a later date for destiny has its ways.

This city is a maze of memories, this even if one has not spent time here. Its resonance with a past seems to evoke a sense of deja vu and  memory, even those from distant lands.


To me Delhi - old or new is like a child born out of wedlock from travelers stuck in different periods of time. The child built of city walls and structures that speak of  romance between emotions and time. A child that engages in conversation with anyone willing to discover her and unravel stories she has to share.

All she asks of is a someone willing to have that conversation.

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