Getting off at Nizammudin and getting lost while finding my way out to Comesum is not something new. Its happened before, it happens each time. Being brilliant with directions, this is one i can never remember. Running into my dad's arms and getting out of the crowded station while contantly blabbering in my high pitched voice, i finally reach Home. With mom's amazingly cooked food and just the belonging of being somewhere i belong, somewhere i fit in perfectly :)
Delhi is a place i have made my own. Its where i belong. With the loud dilliwalas and the dhinchak music. The constant abusing and screaming. The wannabe ladies from punjabi bagh to the uptight "chicks" of GK. Its the city thats so different (from me) yet so similar. Getting lost in the theaters around mandi house is a dream i want to grow up to.
Just a spoon of the blueberry cheese cake,a workshop with upstage, a beer at route04, a wednesday at urban pind, an afternoon across, a maggie at the now shut city cafe, a coffee at taj ccd, a walk down lodhi garden, something sweet at utopia, a moment in the IHC amphitheater, a walk around M block, a sub at GK2, a chocolate at 4 number, a stop at khan, a bhel puri at south ex, a play at LTG, a theater fest at North Campus, getting lost in CP, a drive through Chanakyapuri, a chuski at India Gate, a shopping trip at sarojini. Its just all these things and the need to have them again and again and again. Delhi: My Love :)
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