👀 A love letter to an ex

#218 | Yeh Dilli hain mere yaar

I spent the last weekend in the city where I first experienced the joys of adulting.

The city where I worked my first job. 

Where I enjoyed my morning chai in the morning sun that shimmered through the balcony of my own apartment.

I spent the last weekend in a city layered with history. A tomb here, a relic there. Where the next bend in the street might throw you back in time to one of the cities Delhi used to be. I have a particularly fond memory of a solitary walk that began at the Jor Bagh metro station and crossed the Safdarjung tomb, made less solitary by a peacock flitting alongside.

A city where the trees populating large beautiful parks provide respite from the harsh sun and polluted air. Where I’ve spanned the full breadth of the city on the metro more times than I can count in pursuit of food, culture and adventure. I’m drooling just thinking of Majnu ka Tila’s laphing as I write this. Remembering the Diwali I walked around Connaught Place, watching floating lanterns. Giggling at the image of the artsy types milling about in the Mandi House area.

Yes, nostalgia is a lie. Revelling in old memories is stupid. But indulge me for a minute. Go experience Delhi. The sites I’ve seen, the food I’ve gorged on, the experiences I’ve enjoyed, and many that I haven’t yet. Maybe even go experience it in person, in its full glory. 

You won’t regret it.

R

Which city did you first experience the joys of adulting? Tell us in the comments.