Over all these years, I've had bouts of unflinching loyalty and bursts of utter disgust. But if there is a state I absolutely adore Delhi in, it's the after-work time of the day in this just-before-winter time of the year.
Have you noticed how late nights just make everything look so different? Things you're too unbothered to note in the day, or which are just hidden by the sea of humanity around, suddenly become so clear. Ever seen the backlanes of Daryagunj at night? Pretty pretty pretty. Old-world, fairy-tale streets, and more greenery than the chaotic afternoons when I pass through it on way to work let me imagine.
Everywhere, the roads widen, the air suddenly has musty, woody smells. Right now there's this tree (I'm botanically-challenged) that's flowering. Pass Ashok Vihar at night, and you'll know what I'm talking about. It's yummy, the smell.
Give me Delhi after 12 in October all year round somebody.
3 comments:
sweet...loved your blog (or blogling:D)
and i know! why don't we just kill all the streetlights? that would be awesome!
life is just so pretty when most of the light is gone.you know, you just have to rely on all your other senses...
I love post-midnight time of the 'day' too. I feel like a different (better, saner, more tolerant) person if I have worked from 11 pm to 5 am. And, not just the city, I think dark wintry nights give a curious perspective on the self and its troubles, too.
sia, thanks :) but really, with our office cab drivers, killing off the streetlights would make my journey back home a little too adventurous(no wordplay intended!)
akshya, you work very long hours :P
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