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.